说来也真是奇怪,家里出事的那天下午,我竟然一点预感也没有。沥沥的春雨照样下得黏黏的,树木、花草以及怯生生的庄稼也照样长得很有尊严。在那个饥饿的春天里,一向喜欢用梦或身体某个部位的变化来预测吉凶的我,梦里几乎全是香喷喷的白米饭、油亮亮的老腊肉,以及这个季节生长出来 It is also really strange to say that the afternoon of the accident at home, I did not even a little premonition did not. Lek spring rain still sticky, trees, flowers and timid crops also grow very dignified. In that hungry spring, I always like to predict the good and the bad with dreams or changes in one part of my body. In my dream, almost all of them are white rice with spicy flavor, shiny old bacon, and the season is growing