雨后的清晨,我在月牙湖畔散步。清新的空气吹拂着,让我忘却了近来繁忙工作的劳顿。湖里,三三两两的水鸟嬉戏着,在湖面上留下一圈圈波纹。四叶草在湖堤绽放,欢快的笑容诠释着善美的心声。我一边行走,一边思索。突然,一个奇特的现象引起了我的关注。湖畔的青石路上,一只翅膀——蜻蜓的翅膀,正在慢慢地移动。蜻蜓不在,它遗留的独翅为何会走动呢?看着这梦境一般的景象,我情不自禁地停下脚步,蹲下身子,仔细地观察起来。这只翅膀行走的方向是 In the early hours after the rain, I walked by the Crescent Lake. Fresh air blown, let me forget the recent hard work Lawton. Lake, twos and threes waterfowl playful, leaving a circle in the lake ripples. Clover bloom in the lake embankment, happy smile interpretation of the good heart. I walk while thinking. Suddenly, a peculiar phenomenon caught my attention. On the bluestone on the lakeside, one wing, the dragonfly’s wings, is moving slowly. Dragonfly is not, why it left unattached wings move it? Looked at this dream scene, I can not help but stop, squat body, carefully observed. The direction of this wing is