携一身久坐斗室的疲惫,他,走了出去,从喧嚣的城市,朝着黄昏中的原野走了出去,仿佛一只快乐的小鸟逃出牢笼。空气,空气是那么的清新,就像雨水洗过,洗过的森林。春泥散发出迷人的体味。植物吐纳出可人的馨香。农家屋顶炊烟袅袅,像一个扭着腰肢走秀的模特。田间小路,劳作一天归家的形影匆匆。屋檐下,夜归的燕子展翅,划出丽影。一路走去,风景,越来越美。一幅偌大的画卷,大自然巧夺天工的画卷,徐徐,在他面前,打开,展开,铺开。他,是幸运的,他破卷而入。美丽的风景让他疲惫渐消。脚步轻快,他踏歌而去。 Carrying a sedentary fighting room exhausted, he, went out, from the noisy city, toward the wilderness in the evening out, as if a happy bird escape the cage. The air, the air is so fresh, like the rain washed, washed forest. Chun mud exudes a charming body odor. Plants spit out a pleasant fragrance. Smoke curl on the roof of a farmer’s house, like a model with a twist on his waist. Field path, work day hurriedly go home. Under the eaves, the swallows of the night return their wings and draw the shadow. Go all the way, the scenery, more and more beautiful. A large picture scroll, nature won the picture, slowly, in front of him, open, expand, spread out. He is lucky, he broke into the volume. The beautiful scenery made him exhausted. Brisk pace, he tossed away.