潮湿的空气中弥漫着泥土与木头糜烂的味道,抬眼是玻璃外错位的门,我伸出手,推开了天窗。我不知道有多久没有抬头望望那片天,就在我们的头顶,深邃高远,却又近到触手可及。有的时候,有点点白云,像西方水彩画中圣母脚下的云骑,耐大多数时候,就是那一望无际的,没有丝毫杂质的,令人心动的蓝。秋天的时候,树上的叶子慢慢地 Humid air filled with the smell of soil and wood erosion, looked up the glass is a misplaced door, I reached out and pushed open the skylight. I do not know how long did not look up to the sky, in our head, deep lofty, but close to reach. Sometimes, a little bit of white clouds, like the Western Virgin at the foot of the cloud ride, most of the time, that is endless, without any impurities, the heart of the blue. In autumn, the leaves on the tree slowly