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从没有对什么物件这么一见钟情,心灵相通,无论雕了兰花的玉摆件,还是繁复镂空的小插屏。都不进我法眼,唯独它,头一次见,就一把把它抱在了怀里,那一只鸡毛掸子,那年正插在奶奶家雕花大高桌的青花瓷瓶里。我觉得它就是一个落水的人眼前的稻草。光滑凉沁的竹节,顶上扎裹着褐色白色,棕红甚至还有黄色柔柔的羽毛,羽毛总是让小女孩喜欢,令人联想到翅膀,温暖,或者梦一样的柔软与浪漫。它在我怀里,令我在那嘈杂又缭绕刺鼻旱烟的小屋里安定。
No object at such a fall in love at first sight, the same heart, whether orchids carved jade ornaments, or complicated hollow small screen. Do not enter my eyes, only it, the first time I saw it, hold it in my arms, that feather duster, that year is inserted in my grandmother carved large tables of blue and white porcelain. I think it is a sinking straw in front of people. Smooth and delicate Qin bamboo, the top of the bar wrapped in brown white, reddish brown and even yellow feather feathers, feathers always let the little girl likes, reminiscent of wings, warmth, or dreamlike soft and romantic. It was in my arms that I was settled in the noisy, windy hut.