周日,冬天的太阳暖暖地爬满格子窗,窗外的凤凰树懒洋洋地伸着懒腰。“真是好天气呢。”我在粉红色的布袋子里满满地装了一兜子的图画书,“松山上的小梅花鹿怕是等急了呢。”周日上午的公交车站像画片一样安静。公交车上一个人也没有。“大家都在睡懒觉吧。天气这么好。”我把粉袋子稳稳地放在腿上。公交车刷着漂亮饱满的浅绿色磁漆。“是水灵灵的青苹果的颜色呢。”我 Sun, the winter sun warmly covered with lattice windows, the windows of the Phoenix lazy stretched lazy. “It’s really good weather. ” I packed a picture book full of pink in a bag of cloth, “The little deer on Matsuyama is in a hurry. ” The bus on Sunday morning Station is as quiet as a picture. Bus alone nobody. “Everyone is sleeping late. The weather is so good.” I put the powder bag firmly on my lap. Bus brush beautiful full of light green enamel. “Is the color of the watering green apple.”