穿过那片荒原,青草长成一片绿毯,雄鹰在天空翱翔。弯弯的小溪流向远方,也流过心头,甜滋滋的。梦里,我又回到那片醉乡……清晨,穿梭在浓雾中,感受着“天街小雨润如酥,草色遥看近却无”的细腻,闻到一阵阵沁心润肺的芳香,纯净而湿润。泡桐花的紫色花蕊无声掉落,绵软得仿佛一捏就碎,轻柔得仿佛一吹便散,究竟是怎样的娇羞人儿躲在花蕊里? Through that piece of wasteland, grass grow into a green carpet, the eagle soar in the sky. Curved streams flow to the distance, but also through my heart, sweet. Dream, I went back to the drunk ... In the early morning, the shuttle in the thick fog, feel “day street rain drizzle crisp, grass color to see the near but no ” delicate, smelled qin heart lungs Aroma, pure and moist. Paulownia flower purple flower silently falling, soft as if squeezed on the broken, gently as if a blow will be scattered, what exactly is shy people hide in the flower?