我看见了山顶上的风山高过云顶。目光高过大风。一场风之后,雪沉寂下来,如果站在更高的高处,望下去,那么风就是一把刀,架在山头的上方,这多像一个人深夜时的思想,沉默不语而悄悄加重分量。此时,我正爬在五十米高的铁塔上,手里握着角铁,我能想象到的最坚硬的痛疼,我埋头工作 I saw the mountain top of the wind over the top of the cloud. Glance high winds. After a wind, the snow quiets down, and if it stands higher and looks down, the wind is a sword and stands above the hill, much like the thought of a man late at night, silently and silently Component. At this moment, I was climbing on the tower with a height of 50 meters and holding the angle iron in my hand. I could imagine the hardest pain and I worked hard.