北京,七八月的天儿,孩子脸似的变化无常。您瞧,夜里三点来钟下了场大雨,还不到五点哪,又睛了。五点多点儿就万里睛空了,只剩下几块块不成形的薄云,在那儿飘飘荡荡,把那块天,擦得青亮亮的。天坛,这座古朴、肃穆、清静的园林,已成了老年人的圣地。在人口稠密的北京市,这儿却是偌大的绿色空间,住在她周围的人们,那可真是得天独厚了。 Beijing, the days of July and August, children’s faces seem to be constantly changing. You see, at three o’clock in the evening clock rain, less than five o’clock, and eyes. Five o’clock more miles on the empty eyes, and only a few pieces of shapeless thin clouds, where fluttering, the piece of heaven, polished green bright. Temple of Heaven, this ancient, solemn, quiet garden, has become the holy sites for the elderly. In the densely populated city of Beijing, here is a huge green space, surrounded by people around her, that is really blessed.