乡村。黄昏。瓦蓝瓦蓝的天空顿时变得宁静,流着一丝丝淡淡的云,像舞女半透明的裙,像远处的山峦,像盛开的一朵朵鸡冠花,像梳理的羽毛,倒映在明镜似的小河中。岸边的杨柳像美女的长发随风轻轻飘扬,仿佛怕惊动了静静的河水。突然谁家 rural. dusk. The Walanwalan blue sky suddenly became quiet, flowing with a touch of faint clouds, like translucent skirts of dancers, like the mountains in the distance, like a blossoming cockatoo, like feathers combed, reflected in a mirror-like stream in. The willows on the shore like beautiful women’s long hair fluttered with the wind, as if afraid of alarming the quiet river. Suddenly someone