一太阳快要升起来了。太阳仿佛累了,它微微露出个边儿,便不动了。即使是个边儿,地平线也如同熔化的金液流淌了一地,明晃晃、暖洋洋的,那熔化的金液仿佛被人努力地向天空抹去,于是,在金色的背景下,天上的云彩变成了灰黑色,层叠着、排列着,如一双双张开的老鸦翅膀……许久,太阳好像打了个盹,猛然间醒来,急忙忙跃上天空。天大亮了,新的一天开始了。 A sun is about to rise. The sun seems to be tired, it slightly exposed side, they will not move. Even on the other side of the horizon, the horizon dripped in the same way as the melted gold liquor, shining brightly and warmly, and the melted gold liquor seemed to be eagerly erased from the sky. Thus, under the golden background, the clouds in the sky became variable A gray-black, layered, arranged, such as a pair of crows wings ... ... for a long time, the sun seemed to take a nap, suddenly woke up, hurried to the sky. The sky is bright, the new day begins.