傍晚,最后一抹斜阳穿过窗外的绿叶,幽幽地照射在我写字桌旁的白墙上。无意中见到的新鲜的景象,总会引起我的遐想。对着墙上这两团闪闪烁烁的夕晖,我发愣了,总觉得它们像什么,像什么呢?忽然,我的眼前闪出一双眼睛来,一双小姑娘的眼睛,一双暗淡的眼睛,一双燃烧着希望之火的眼睛…… In the evening, the last touch of the sun shone through the green leaves outside the window, and shined in the white wall beside my writing desk. Inadvertently see the fresh scenery, always cause my reverie. Against the twinkling twinkling twinkling wall of the wall I was stunned, always think they look like, what? Suddenly, my eyes flashed a pair of eyes, a pair of little girl's eyes, a pair of dim eyes, a pair of Burning the eyes of the fire of hope ...