当如凤的朝霞拥护着红艳的旭日照临山城的时候,新的一天在我心衣上缀满了绚烂的希冀和庸常的惆怅。仿佛一切的意绪都弥漫在那旋既而逝的氤氲里、微尘中,是那样得灼人心丝,那样得袅袅不去。山城的碧山柔水,山城的籁鸣鸟啭,山城的抚琴媚舞,都印在我孤清的脑海中,纵然使我不敢奢望那朝霞,生怕朝霞过后涌起的那暮云,和那随暮云而旋逝的青春。纵然使我不敢 When the sunrise of the Phoenix, like the rising sun, hits the mountain city, the new day is filled with gorgeous hope and ordinary melancholy. As if all the emotions were filled in the whirling, passing away, in the dust, so scowling, so curl not to go. The mountainous city of Bishan soft water, the mountains of the sounds of birds, the mountain city of Fuqin dance, are printed in my solitary mind, even though I can not expect the glow, fear of gushing clouds after sunrise, and That with the twilight and passing youth. Even though I am afraid