初秋,清晨。被敲窗的风声惊醒,踏着轻快的步伐,拉开窗帘,推开窗户,任风迎面吹来。我望向天空深处,太阳还未从地平线升起,那云就像被泼了墨似的,在暗蓝的天空中漂泊,无拘无束,自由奔走。当太阳初升,微弱的光刺破云层,照亮了半边天,你们褪去了墨泼的斗篷,换成梦幻般的雪白,貌似弱不禁风,却踏着坚定的步伐,徜徉无边的天空中;貌似犹豫不决,却早已踏上征程,向着目标前 Early autumn, early morning. Was awakened by the wind knocked on the window, marching brisk pace, opened the curtains, open the window, let the wind blow. I look to the depths of the sky, the sun has not yet risen from the horizon, the cloud is like being poured like ink, drifting in the dark blue sky, free, free running. When the sun rises, the faint light pierces the clouds and illuminates half the sky. You fade the ink-filled cloak into fantastic whiteness, which looks like fragile, but marching in a boundless sky; seemingly hesitating Indecisive, but already embarked on a journey, toward the goal