一束阳光斜射进窗内,淡淡的金色带着一缕期待,一缕希望。庸懒地趴在窗台上,用袖子擦拭朦胧的窗,把雾气变为小水珠,吸附在窗上,迎着光亮。透过窗,明亮的世界拥进我的心房,瞥一眼闹钟,“还早还早,出发的时间还没到!” A beam of sunlight oblique into the window, a touch of gold with a ray of hope, a ray of hope. Lazy lazily lying on the windowsill, wipe the window with a faint mist, the mist into small drops of water, adsorbed on the window, facing the light. Through the window, the bright world into my heart, glanced at the alarm clock, “It’s still early, starting time has not arrived!”