旱春,和煦的阳光溢满山涧,厚实的积雪倏然消释,化作潺潺流水,水声叮咚,吟唱着对大地的感激。黄昏,夕阳斜倚,天边的粉霞疯狂地蔓延,燃烧着对阳光赐予的感激。盛夏,暴雨之后,蓝天上挂起一抹绚烂的瑰丽,那是彩虹对自然的感激。我们长久地凝视着历史这面古老铜镜,自己早已刻满沧桑却又 In the spring drought, the bright sunshine is full of mountains, and the thick snow quickly disappears and turns into turbulent water. The sound of water hums and sings gratitude to the earth. At dusk, the sunset is reclining, and the pink clouds on the horizon spread wildly, burning the gratitude given to the sun. In the midsummer, after a heavy rain, a beautiful splendid splendor hangs on the blue sky. It is the rainbow’s gratitude to nature. We have long gazed at the ancient bronze mirror of history, and we have already carved vicissitudes of life.