论文部分内容阅读
默默地在梦里飘拂,青丝从羊肠小道飘拂过来,记忆深处,仍有缕缕幽香,温馨着每一个平淡日子.
Silently floating in the dream, black hair from the winding trail, memory, there are still strands of fragrance, warm with every dull day.