北京的四合院、老屋、胡同不仅是我们的生活,还是一种文化。连续几天的阴雨终于过去,一大早还没听见闹钟响,就被窗外耀眼的阳光晃醒了。我惊奇地发现空气好得可以一眼望到西山,在蓝天的衬托下,轮廓清晰,绵延着向两侧伸展开来。稍稍收回视线,觉得西山不过是背景,整个视角内的主角原来是鸟巢。此时灰色的砂面钢筋密密 Beijing’s courtyard, old houses, alley is not only our life, or a culture. A few days of rain finally passed, in the early morning have not heard the alarm clock, it was awakened by the bright sunlight outside the window. I was surprised to find that the air was so good that I could see the Western Hills at a glance and with a clear outline stretching out to the sides. Slightly back the line of sight, think the Western Hills is just the background, the protagonist of the entire perspective turned out to be the Bird’s Nest. At this time gray sand surface steel bar dense