满山的牵牛藤起伏,紫色的小浪花一直冲击到我的窗前才猛然收势。阳光是耀眼的,像锡,像许多发光的金属。是哪个聪明的古人想起来以木象春而以金象秋的?我们喜欢木的青绿,但我们怎能不钦仰金属的灿白。对了,就是这灿白,闭着眼睛也能感到的。在云里, The hill-covered cows were undulating, and the small purple spray had been slammed into my window before it suddenly rallied. The sun is dazzling, like tin, like many glowing metals. Which clever ancient person thinks of wood like spring and gold elephant autumn? We like the green of the wood, but how can we not admire the metallic white. By the way, it is this white and closed eyes. In the cloud,