我有一段精致的时光,染着月光的素色,被我的十指小心拈着,软软地铺在一杯茗、两三本书与从窗棂溜进来的风旁。在我的心里,这段精致的时光有着最美丽的镂空雕花,有着世上最惊艳无双的色彩,但听起来,也并不是那么的精致——看见小鸡,就跟在她屁股后跑;看见小猪,就学着他哼哼叫;看见流云,就随她飘向远方;看见风,就在他的怀里堕入梦乡。那段时光很近,翻开相册,我还可以看得到—— I had a period of exquisite time, plain with moonlight, carefully tended by my fingers, softly laid in a cup of tea, two or three books, and the wind that slipped in through the window. In my heart, this exquisite time has the most beautiful hollow carved, with the world’s most stunning unparalleled colors, but it sounds, it is not so refined - see the chick, just ran behind her ass; see Piggy, he learned to hum; see the clouds, drifting with her to the distance; see the wind, fell asleep in his arms. That time is very close, open the album, I can see -