又一个夏日的早晨。来自东方的第一缕光,像利剑一般穿过云层,洒落到地面上,到处渲染出一片金黄。温暖的红艳艳太阳,低低地挂在天边。窗外鸟儿轻快的鸣叫声,是跃动的音符。而门前大树浓密的枝丫,是大自然的墨笔。蝉、蛙,这两类敬业的歌手,天还未亮,便闹钟似的扯着嗓子唤人们起床。光是更敬业的使者,褪去了冬日时那股倦怠的模样,一下子变得生机勃勃起来。 Another summer morning. The first ray of light from the east, like a sword, passed through the clouds and splashed onto the ground, rendering a golden color everywhere. Warm red bright sun, low hanging on the horizon. The barking of the birds outside the window is a note of jerking. In front of the tree thick branches, is the natural ink pen. Cicadas, frogs, these two types of dedicated singers, the day is not yet bright, then pull the throat like alarm call people get up. Light is more dedication messenger, faded winter burnout that look like, all of a sudden become vigorous.