一把墨绿的伞,她悠闲地走进广场,但没有下雨,只不过是初春的风吹着清晨的薄雾拂过脸庞,有些湿意罢了,她紧了紧衣服,向喷泉走去。鞋底吻着大理石地面,步伐无力而缓慢,她慢慢地踱到喷泉旁,喷泉呈幔帐式,洋洋洒洒地铺洒开来。她很喜欢这,喜欢那白净、透明而轻飘的水流,喜欢那种安 A dark green umbrella, she leisurely walked into the square, but it did not rain, but the early spring wind blowing in the morning mist over his face, some wet nothing, she tightened her clothes and walked to the fountain. The sole of the shoe kissed the marble floor. The pace was weak and slow. She slowly drew to the side of the fountain. The fountain was draped in a drapery style. She likes this very much. She likes the clean, white, transparent and light water that she likes.