空气很是新鲜湿润,刚下过雨。想想正在呼吸着同一片清透的夏意,眉眼都弯了好几回。像是一线光,悄悄闪现心头,回转着时光的秘密,有时,无人知晓。——题记有关花的记忆薄得好像一本在电车上随手可取的小册子,上面蜿蜒曲折的路线一定不会指向传说中的梦幻国度。 The air is fresh and moist and it has just rained. Think of breathing in the same clear summer, eyebrows have been bent several times. Like a flash of light, he quietly flashes his heart and turns the secret of time. Sometimes, nobody knows. - Inscription The memory of a flower is as thin as a booklet that is readily available on a tram. The winding route must not point to the legendary dreamland.