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我房间的玻璃窗微微地打开着。阳光一缕一缕地透过玻璃洒在课桌上,一颗玻璃小球套住一小截光芒,晶莹剔透,反射出一丝微弱的光。尘埃如天使般缓缓地漂浮在空中,穿过阳光,仿佛镀上了一圈金边,如颗颗细小的金粒闪着金光,然后又悄无声息地消失在空中。透过窗户,行道树笔直地站着,绿油油的叶子在风中摇曳着,影子印在地上,调皮的它们在与阳光玩着猜手影的游戏,星星点点地跳动着。路上的行人匆匆走过,他们为了生存四处奔波,微风夹杂着绿叶的清香拂过每一个忙碌的脸庞。
The windows in my room were slightly opened. Sunshine ray through the glass spilled on the desk, a small ball of glass cover a small light, crystal clear, reflecting a faint light. The dust slowly floated in the air like an angel, passing through the sunshine, as if it had been painted with a circle of gold, such as tiny golden grains of gold shining with gold, then silently disappearing in the air. Standing through the window, the tree stands straight, the green leaves swaying in the wind, the shadow is printed on the ground, and the mischievous beatings of the game play with the sunshine. Passers-by hurriedly walked on the road, they are running around in order to survive, the breeze mixed with the fragrance of the leaves of green brush every busy face.