阳光静好,夏日正长。操场上空寂无人,只有几棵树,一个我,一片诗意。坐在树下,眼前是一片片的浓荫,明亮的阳光透过细小的缝隙照下来,投在地上,碎钻一般滚动着,闪着光。我抬起头,望向那大片大片重重叠叠的梧桐叶,它们是深绿的,苍翠而幽奇。最下面的树叶,带了点点的隐晦,欲说还休地晃动着,闪着蕴藉的光,令我不住地浮想联翩。而那上面的,在清晨蛋清般剔透阳光的照耀下,边缘上泛出了丝丝不易察觉的金绿色,一点点地向深绿过渡,中间经过了千万种流转变幻:黄绿、青绿、碧绿,还 Sunshine is good, the summer is positive. No one left the playground empty, only a few trees, a me, a poetic. Sitting under the tree, in front of a piece of shade, bright sunshine through the small gap down, cast on the ground, broken diamonds generally rolling, flashing light. I looked up and looked at the huge, large, stacked leaves of Indus, dark green and secluded. The bottom of the leaves, with a little bit of obscure, want to say also rest rocking, flashing implicit in the light, so I can not live to imagination. And that above, in the early morning egg white like the sun shining, the edge of the flicker of the golden silk green, a little bit to the dark green transition, through the middle of millions of changes in circulation: yellow green, green, Green, also