很好的阳光,空气中弥散着迟开花朵的芬芳。我站在一个儿童摄影棚前等人。突然,一个小女孩儿把童车骑到了我跟前,险些撞到我。我赶忙躲她,不想她竟追过来。我只好无奈地冲她笑了。她也冲我笑,一个仙子般的小姑娘。“阿姨,”她指着儿童摄影棚外墙上足有两米高的巨幅照片对我说,“这是我。”我这才注意到,原来,这骑童车的女孩儿竟是 Good sunshine, the fragrance of the late blooming flowers in the air. I stood in front of a children’s studio. Suddenly, a little girl rode the baby carriage to me and nearly hit me. I quickly hid her, do not want her to chase over. I had no choice but to red her smile. She also smiled at me, a fairy-like little girl. “Auntie,” she said to me, pointing to me, a huge two-meter tall photo on the outer wall of a children’s studio. “This is me.” I noticed that the girl who was riding a stroller Actually