七月的天空印上我深深浅浅的诗行,那是心灵脚步的颤抖回声。我仰头看天,看那苍穹是否与岁月同变迁。我想起了小时候父亲与我嬉戏的亲切样子,想起母亲那多年未落的眼泪。 我的父亲母亲,在生命年轮中给予我数不尽的汗水与爱怜。他们的恩泽浩如烟海,而我的感激在它面前卑微到不值一提。只有逐渐蜕变的神思,模糊得难以触及,却能悄然潜入心底,感知繁华落尽后的深沉的爱。 July sky stamped my deep and shallow line of poetry, it is trembling echo of heart steps. I looked up at the sky and see if the sky is changing with age. I was reminded of the warmth of my father's playfulness with me when I was a child, and I remembered my mother's many years of tears. My father, mother, gave me endless sweat and compassion in her life. Their grace is so vast, and my gratitude is humble before it. Only gradual metamorphosis of God, blurred too hard to touch, but can quietly sneaked into my heart, feeling the bustling after the deep love.