满山的牵牛藤起伏,紫色的小浪花一直冲击到我的窗前才猛然收势。阳光是耀眼的白,像锡,像许多发光的金属。是哪个聪明的古人想起来以木象春而以金象秋的?我们喜欢木的青绿,但我们怎能不钦仰金属的灿白。对了,就是这灿白,闭着眼睛也能感到的。在云里,在 The rolling hills of cane rattan rattan, purple small waves have been shocked to my window before suddenly abducted. The sun is dazzling white, like tin, like many shiny metals. What kind of wise ancients think of them as golden elephants in autumn? We like the green verdure of wood, but how can we not admire the whiteness of the metal? Yes, this is white, eyes closed can feel it. In the cloud