蜻蜓飞来飞去的日子,大片大片的油菜花从油画里款款走来,仿佛一夜间,田野里就热闹起来;当然,我指的是视觉上的丰盈。大地从来就不缺色彩的,只不过有时喜欢清淡,有时喜欢浓烈罢了。清风拂过,或嫩绿或翠绿或鹅黄或绛紫的生灵此起彼伏,如小溪缓过,惬意之至。此时,田野的四周,鸟儿在茂密的林中小憩,嘴角还挂着从树叶上滑落的水滴。远处,丝丝缕缕的云雾随着太阳的光亮慢慢升腾,掠过那些用碳素枝条勾勒出来的鸟窝。这些鸟窝线条浓淡相宜,疏密有致,被点缀在枝桠间。老树伫立在田野与田野之间,他们忠诚,坦荡。 Dragonflies flew day, a large tracts of rape from the paintings coming in sections, as if overnight, the field is on the bustling; Of course, I refer to the visual abundance. The earth never lack of color, but sometimes like light, and sometimes like the strong Bale. Breeze blowing, or verdant or green or yellow or purple crimson one after another, such as creek over, comfortable to the end. At this moment, the fields were surrounded by birds resting in the dense forest, and the mouth hung with water droplets falling from the leaves. In the distance, the faint clouds of clouds rose slowly as the sun shone, passing over those nesting holes outlined by carbon branches. These birds nest shades affordable, sparsely populated, were embellished in branches and branches. Old trees stand between the fields and fields, they are loyal, magnanimous.