小城的天空很蓝,偶尔还会飘有几朵柔软的云。屋后是大大的木材厂,伐木的声音吱呀吱呀,像乡村里最后一只歌谣。木头堆在青嫩的草地上,偶尔有几只鸟飞来停在木头上,暖阳照在原木上,鸟儿没有说话。木材厂的旁边是条公路,几棵凤凰树长得正好。我喜欢捧着我的茶杯,在清晨里,看这座城市在阳光里清醒。 The sky is blue town, occasionally floating a few soft clouds. House is a big wood factory, logging sound creak ah, like the last song in the village. The wood was piled on a tender grass, and occasionally a few birds flew over the wood, the warm sun shone upon the logs, and the birds did not speak. Next to the lumber mill is a highway, and several phoenix trees grow well. I like to hold my cup, and in the early morning, watch the city awake in the sunshine.