麦田,一片纯正的接近阳光的颜色,只有漫天的飞鸟知道,她徜徉在这片金黄的海洋中,这是对爱的收获。——题记漫步在城市的最深处,有种无端的孤独涌上心头。回首,再回首,何人轻轻唤着我?那么熟悉,那么动听。三月里,春风荡漾,很柔很美,为整个春季涂上了浓浓的暖色调。树的年轮怕是又要多了一圈了吧!小草会比之前长得更绿了吗?我想一定会的,正如多年前母亲告诉我的一样。 Wheat field, a pure color close to the sun, only the sky of birds know, she wandering in this golden ocean, this is the harvest of love. - Inscription Walk in the deepest part of the city, a kind of unbridled loneliness. Looking back, look back, who gently call me? So familiar, so nice. March, the spring breeze, very soft and beautiful, painted a thick warmth throughout the spring. The tree rings are more lapped! Will the grass grow greener than before? I think I will, just as my mother told me years ago.