人生的憧憬,就像在雪天里对春色的期待和夏天阳光的怀想,五彩缤纷,莽莽苍苍。天虽然很灰,却已不觉暗淡;空气虽然很冷,却已了无寒意。在漫天的飞雪中,一个关于七月的故事已在风的起草下飘飘扬扬。时间如飞奔的骏马,转眼间,七月就要来临。七月那诱人的梦想在激荡着我的胸膛,撞击着我的灵魂。我要用心中挥洒的诗韵,去摘下梦想 Life's longing, like in the snow on the spring look forward to the summer sun and the dreams, colorful, vast gray. Although the sky is gray, it no longer dims; the air is cold, but it has no chill. In the sky of snow, a story about July has fluttered in the wind drafting. Time, such as galloping horse, blink of an eye, July is coming. The tempting dream of July is stirring my chest and hitting my soul. I want to use my heart swaying poetry, to take off the dream