一个夏日的傍晚,太阳快落山了。笔者从省城长沙黄花机场登机,飞向西边的昆明国际机场。飞机在万米高空飞翔,阳光从左前方射进机舱,温暖而刺眼。机翼下,但见一层层、一片片、一朵朵的白云,有时像奔腾呼啸的海浪,有时像等待采摘的白色棉田,翻滚着、变幻着、分化着,不断地向后移去。天空渐渐地暗下来,太阳越来越低了,似乎马上就要落山。而飞 On a summer evening, the sun goes downhill. Author from the provincial capital Changsha Huanghua Airport boarding, fly to the west of Kunming International Airport. The plane flew at a height of 10,000 meters, and the sun was shot into the cabin from the left front, warm and dazzling. Under the wing, but see layers, pieces, blossoming clouds, sometimes like a whistling waves, and sometimes like picking white cotton fields, tumbling, changing, differentiated, and continue to move backwards. The sky is gradually darkening, the sun is getting lower and lower, it seems to be coming down soon. And fly