天空是一方诗意,是谁耕耘出一首首抒情的诗行?白鸽飞过,清脆的鸽哨敲响聆听的耳鼓,纸鸢飘舞,婀娜的舞姿擦亮深情的瞳仁,向往蓝天,并不是幻想在那茵茵的草地上徜徉,采摘白云盛开的素洁的花朵,向往蓝天,是羡慕那在无穷的天宇中自由翱翔的翅膀。如果能够选择,我宁愿放弃大地而选择 The sky is a poetry, who is cultivating a lyrical poetry? The dove flies past, the crisp dove whistle sounds the eardrums, the paper lanterns flutter, the graceful dance graces the affectionate pupils, and the longing for the blue sky is not an illusion. Wandering in the lawn of that lawn, picking the clear blue flowers of the white clouds, and admiring the blue sky, envy the wings that soar freely in the boundless sky. If I can choose, I would rather give up the earth and choose