雾霾的影子虽然还没褪却,但春雨适时的来临了,细细地敲打着地面,攒起了细小的水坑。风轻得没有声响,在高远的上空行走着漂浮着,层层地揭着雾的面纱。清晨透过窗帘看到隐隐的日光,晴天在风雨过后瞬时来临了。站在园中,深深地呼吸着,好象从来没有这样呼吸过。海坨山上戴着洁白的雪帽,高耸着直入蓝天。也从没有这样爱过晴天。想拍关于晴天的任何照片。伏象园中安静无人,只有我嗒嗒的鞋声,伴着静立的林木与枯草。 Although the shadow of haze has not faded, but the timely arrival of spring rain, carefully tapping the ground, save a small puddle. The wind was light without sound, floating in the lofty sky, revealing the veil of layers of fog. See the faint sunlight through the curtains in the morning, and the sunny day came after the storm. Standing in the garden, breathing deeply, as if never breathing. Tuo Tuo sea wearing a white snow cap, towering straight into the sky. I’ve never loved sunny days like this. Want to make any photo about the sunny day. V as quiet as nobody in the park, only my dah shoes sound, accompanied by static standing trees and hay.