采撷一朵云作风的衣裳,捧一把清水做田野的盖头,踏着星光,追着太阳,奔跑在乡村的田野上,这儿的景色最好。当风的季节来临。大树不忍片片叶子满含期待眼神中的失落,它松开了紧抓不放的手,宠溺着它们飞扬落地。叶儿顽皮地落在我的跟前,轻轻地拾起属于秋的思绪,看那朝霞满天的山头,沉醉在这片粗犷而又纯美的风景里。喜欢静静地拥着黎明里的期待,渡步在这幅如画的山村 Pick a cloud-style clothes, holding a field of water hijab, marching the stars, chasing the sun, running in the rural fields, the best scenery here. When the wind season is coming. The tree does not tolerate the leaf full of expectations in the eyes of the loss, it released a clutched hand, spoiled them flying. Leaves children naughty fall in front of me, gently picked up autumn thoughts, watching the sunrise of the hills, indulge in this rugged and pure landscape. Like quietly holding the expectations of dawn, and walk in this picturesque mountain village