我的孤独是一座城,城里又迎来这一季的轮回。你看,初夏时节的清浅,绿草如茵,盎然的生机取代了昔日枯黄憔悴的忧伤。幽蓝幽蓝的天空似乎有猜不透的心事,变换的云朵在她怀里轻轻地飘来又飘去。那诗意般的阳光透过薄薄的云层落在屋顶的青砖黛瓦,穿过窗棂落满桌案素白的那叠宣纸。淡墨浓韵,泅开多少缤纷的记忆,洒落在一剪时光的这一季窗台。 My loneliness is a city, and the city ushers in a reincarnation of this season. You see, the early summer season of shallow, green grass, full of vitality replaced the old gaunt haggard sad. Faint blue sky seems to have guessed the heart of the sky, changing clouds in her arms gently floating and drifting away. The poetic sunshine landed on the roof of the blue brick through a thin cloud, across the window and over the empty stack of rice paper. Light rhyme rhyme, how many open colorful memories, sprinkled on a cut time this window bay window.