飞机晚点,又在云层遇到强气流,去丹霞山的路似乎并不顺坦。想着这一万米的浮空掠影,并不是人间的诗意所在,即使机翼上溅起的雨流盛开成花,也绝不比丹霞夕阳中的一缕清风对我诱惑更大。寻美丹霞的心愿似乎要被雨水浇灭,心情自然差了许多。落地韶关,雨过,天上徒剩下淡淡的云,神情落寞地飘来荡去,渴望中的霞光自然无从寻觅。 The plane was late and again encountered strong currents in the clouds. The road to Mt. Danxias did not seem smooth. It is not the poetic place of the world that thinks about this floating view of 10,000 meters. Even if the rain flow on the wings splashes into flowers, it is by no means more tempting than a ray of breeze in Danxia sunset. The wish to find beauty Danxia seems to be drenched by the rain, a lot of natural mood worse. Shaoguan landing, the rain, the rest of the sky only a touch of clouds, looked lonely floating and swinging, longing for the natural light can not find.