鱼鳞云一条百里长的大鱼,在盆地的锅子里煎炸,渐渐的,排列整齐的银白色鳞片红了,桃色的红,金色的红,一仰望便眼花缭乱。太阳在另一面添柴,想必整条鱼就要熟透了。天空不太吝啬,总是毫无责任心地摆放纯白色的云朵,谁能读懂它的奢望?待会儿天就将乌云收集拢来,汹涌成天池,鱼能自由自 Fish scale cloud A hundred miles long big fish, fried in the pot of the basin, gradually, neatly arranged silver white scales red, peach red, gold red, one looking dazzled. The sun on the other side of firewood, presumably the whole fish will be cooked. The sky is not too stingy, always without any sense of responsibility to put pure white clouds, who can read the luxury of it? Later in the day the clouds will be collected together, surging into a pool, the fish are free from