清晨的阳光,总让人有好心情。阳光从斑驳树影间洒进来,空气中都涌动着暖阳的味道。隔壁那只老猫又慵懒地卧在窗台上。桂花也在一夜间开了,仿佛仙女玉指轻轻一点,桂花便如满天星河,开了一树。这样的早晨、这样的阳光、这样的花香,最适合看书。黄金般的阳光,笼罩着这片温馨的小世界。我轻轻从书柜中抽出龙应台的《孩子,你慢慢来》,仿佛在听一位慈爱的母亲讲故事。她坐在斜阳浅照的台阶上,花店肥 The morning sun, people always have a good mood. Sunshine splashed in from the shadow of the tree in the air are surging warm Yang flavor. The cat next door lazily lying on the windowsill. Osmanthus also opened overnight, as if a fairy jade gently, Osmanthus is like a sky star, opened a tree. This morning, this sunshine, this floral, the most suitable reading. Golden sunshine, enveloped in this warm little world. I gently pulled out from the bookcase Lung Ying-tai’s “children, you slowly”, as if listening to a beloved mother storytelling. She sat on the steps of the shallow sun, florist fat