窗外,不时闪过一帧帧深冬的景致。小麦正在拔节,绿油油地在风里招摇,油绿的颜色像极了生命的色彩,充满活力,充满生命的力量;一棵泡桐站立在原野上,在辽阔的天宇下,显得有些孤高。其实,窗外掠过什么风景,这并不重要。我喜欢的是那种流动的感觉。景物是流动的,思绪也是流动的,两者相融,仿佛置身于流畅的梦境。 Outside the window, from time to time flashed a frame of winter scenery. The wheat is jointing, and it is swaggering in the wind. The oil-green color is like the color of life, full of vitality and full of life. A paulownia stands on the field and looks lonely in the vast sky. In fact, passing scenery outside the window, it does not matter. I like the kind of flowing feeling. Scenery is flowing, thoughts are flowing, the two blend, as if exposure to a smooth dream.