世界上有千万种云,形形色色,色色形形。当我们摒弃尘嚣,席地而坐,将苍穹置于眼前,作一方画屏,便可观到一弋云在飘浮,甚至能听见不一样的声音。你哭,云便哭;你笑,云便笑。皆因云的颜色是净白色,可以映射千万种观云的心。林清玄听过云说话,那样的云,给我留下了难以磨灭的印象。一群云朵自海面那头飞起,缓缓从他头上飘过。他将自己化作孤独的少年,在微飔中坐在维多利亚山的山口,吹着山风,抬头看云。那片迷路的云在蔚蓝 There are millions of clouds in the world, all kinds of colors and shapes. When we abandon the hubbub, sitting on the ground, putting the sky in front of us, making one side of the screen, we can see a cloud floating in the clouds, and even can hear different voices. You cry, the cloud will cry; you laugh, the cloud will laugh. Because of the cloud color is a net white, you can map millions of cloud view of the heart. Lin Qingxuan heard cloud talk, that cloud, left an indelible impression on me. A cloud of clouds flew from the other side of the sea and drifted slowly over his head. He turned himself into a lonely teenager, sitting slightly in the mountain pass Victoria Hill, blowing the mountain, looking up at the clouds. That lost cloud is blue