它,静静地躺在那里,透亮的黄,是被锁在石头里的阳光;沉重的黑,是历史雄浑的回响;墨绿的青,是无数次回眸酿成的酒。我就这样为这块玉石倾倒。博物馆里有无数颗闪亮的星,它虽有点灰头土脸的,但那气韵,却也因此别致。几千年前,它被尘土包裹着,是青葱大山里的一颗小石头,它知道自己是什么,但因身体上的瑕疵而不敢抬起头来。于是它只得每天晒晒太阳,望望蓝天,看着身边的大树一年年变密变高,又渐渐消失,它却还在这儿,沐浴着 It lies quietly there, translucent yellow, is locked in the sun in the stone; heavy black, is the history of the powerful response; dark green, is innumerable times to review the wine. I will dump this piece of jade. There are countless bright stars in the museum, although it is a bit depressing, but the charm, but also so chic. Thousands of years ago, it was wrapped in dust, a small rock in a lush mountain that knew what it was, but was afraid to look up due to physical flaws. So it had to bask in the sun every day, looking at the blue sky, watching the trees around each year, the density becomes high, and gradually disappear, it is still here, bathed