在我最后一次随家人下乡探亲时 ,我的爱情故事开始了……最初 ,我爱上了年轻的面包师。他每天清晨过来送面包 ,一听到门响 ,我就赶紧跳下床 ,冲下楼去迎接他。那时候我肯定没穿晨衣 ,因为我拥有第一件晨衣时快二十岁了。想到这点我就觉得非常遗憾。惟一让我感到安慰的是 ,不管? My love story started when I last visited my hometown with my family ... Originally, I fell in love with the young baker. Every morning he came to send bread, heard the door ring, I quickly jumped out of bed, rushed down to meet him. At that time, I certainly did not wear dressing gowns, because I was twenty when I had the first dressing gown. I feel very sorry to think of this. The only thing that comforts me is that no matter?