上天给我一支笔,时光是玫瑰色的纸,从此,流年为墨,文字作画。春天是浅绿色的画卷,错落交织的光影是毛茸茸的温暖。我喜欢给小山一个青色的吻,喜欢在小湖边上的草丛里点缀一只弹琴的蟋蟀。俏丽的蝴蝶兰氤氲成浅紫色的诗篇,阳光在少年的脸上哼唱着《致爱丽丝》。我甚至痴迷于只是简单地给整张纸涂满深浅不同的绿色。我喜欢星星点点的绿,交织起来就像是一首温暖的歌。 God gave me a pen, the time is rose paper, since then, fleeting ink, text painting. Spring is a light green picture, patchwork of light and shade is furry warmth. I like to give a blue kiss to the hill, like to embellish a playing cricket in the grass beside the lake. Pretty phalaenopsis into a light purple poem, sunshine in the juvenile face humming “Alice.” I’m even obsessed with just simply smearing the whole piece of paper with shades of green. I like a little bit of green, intertwined like a warm song.