今年元旦,我起了个大早。推开窗,风冷冷的,天还没有大亮。我听见林间鸟儿的欢呼声,听见清洁阿姨的扫地声,还听见自己的心跳声。闻着窗台上的花香,呼吸着大自然的气息,我有一种说不出来的感动,很想找个人分享,一回头,房间里只有我自己。 New Year’s Day this year, I got up early. Open the window, the wind is cold, the sky is not yet bright. I heard the cheers of the forest birds, I heard Aunt cleaning sweeping voice, also heard my heartbeat. Smelling the flowers on the windowsill, breathing the breath of nature, I have a touch of indescribable, very much looking for personal sharing, a time back, the room only myself.