青黛色的烟霭笼罩在银白色的晨曦中,园里空气湿漉漉的,让初来乍到的人微喘不过起来。朝夕不间断的思念此刻得以实现,竟有一种穿越时空的恍惚感。这片故地大概是一篇摇曳着的似水流年的传说,用绣着蝴蝶和百花的水灵灵的衣袖给这片土地上的人们如梦似幻的生命,也在我的心底烙下青霓色的诗章。 Cyanide color of the mist enveloped in the silver-colored dawn, the park was wet air, so that those who arrived on the first micro-breath up. Day and night without interruption at the moment to be realized, there is a sense of trance through time and space. This piece of land is probably a swaying legend of a time-honored year, with embroidered with butterflies and flowers of water Lingling sleeve to the people on this land dreamy life, but also in my heart branded green The color of the poem.