热热的苦咖啡,味道稍涩,放些糖,原以为可以盖住苦味,但终究掩饰不了,品味,再回味,原来糖分全沉在杯底……六月的天,蝉啾啾地歌唱着夏,蟋蟀在田野里唱着安详的摇篮曲。夜,徐徐的风迎面飘来,似妈妈的手,十分柔和,偶然扑来一阵大风,竞略带一丝寒意。我被这一缕寒意从甜美的梦乡中拽了出来,不觉身上何时多了 Hot bitter coffee, the taste slightly astringent, put some sugar, thought it can cover bitterness, but in the end can not hide, taste, and then aftertaste, the original sugar sink in the bottom of the cup ... ... June day, cicadas singing tweets Summer, cricket sings peaceful lullabies in the fields. Night, the wind slowly floated, like her mother’s hand, very soft, occasionally flutter a gale, competing with a trace of chill. I was dragged out of this sweet dream by this chill, and I was not overwhelmed