初春的午后,洗一把脸冲到楼下,书包在单薄的双肩上跳跃,暖风夹杂着清凉的薄荷味拂过湿润的发梢,冲到站牌前等待着校车从远方驶来。我清晰的记得那个小宝宝清澈的眼睛,像两颗大水晶。“要给姐姐吗?”身后的年轻妈妈弯腰对着宝宝说,我回头看,惊喜的发现身后的小宝宝伸着稚嫩的手臂望着 In the early spring afternoon, wash a face rushed downstairs, schoolbags leaned on the thin shoulders, warm mixed with a cool mint flavor brushing the wet hair, rushed to stop before waiting for the school bus coming from afar. I clearly remember that baby’s clear eyes, like two large crystal. “To my sister?” Behind the young mother bent over to the baby said, I looked back, surprised to find behind the little baby looking at the immature arm