大声唱着歌,不知不觉就走到了傍晚。橘色的阳光都潺潺地流向远山了,白日里明亮的花呀、草呀、树呀,像被洇湿的纸张,渐渐剩下一片又一片朦胧的斑斓。山野很静,静得像一个孩子安桔子不怕。桔子就在山野里长大啊,她是详的梦境。桔子还是没有找到外婆家的小屋。可山野的孩子。桔子 Singing loudly, unknowingly came to the evening. The orange sunshine murmured to the distant mountains, the daytime bright flowers, grass, trees, like the wet paper, gradually one after another piece of dim gorgeous. Mountain is very quiet, quiet like a child is not afraid of oranges. Orange grew up in the mountains ah, she is a detailed dream. Orange still did not find the grandmother's cabin. May be wild children. orange