清晨,我捧着课本,来到学校后面的小溪旁。溪水潺潺东流,象一位技艺高超的琴师在惬意地弹着一首和谐的黎明曲。要是往日,我一定会合着小溪的节奏高声地朗读、背诵;然而此时,眼前是雾纱围裹,我的思绪也似蒙上了一层浓浓的白雾。我忘记了读书,愣愣地望着东去的溪流。“叮叮冬冬……”她总是这样欢唱着,没有哀愁,没有烦恼。冬日里,冰雪封没了大地,“千山 In the morning, I was holding a textbook and came to the stream behind the school. Streams flow eastward like a skilled luthier playing a harmonious Dawn song. In the past, I would have read and recited memorably with the rhythm of the creek. However, at this time, the eyes were wrapped in mist and my thoughts seemed to be covered with a thick layer of white mist. I forgot to study and looked at the stream east. “Hey winter and winter ...” She always sings like this, no grief, no trouble. In winter, snow and ice sealed the earth.