不知为什么,对蓝色,有种与生俱来的情感。喜欢它,依恋它。小时候,妈妈总喜欢在我散及肩头的长发上束上两个淡蓝色的蝴蝶结,而我呢,因为心中有了对蓝的那份痴爱,举首回眸间便多了一份柔巧宁和,笑意常溢满酒窝儿。掬一捧清泉,才发现从指缝中滑落的那一颗颗小水珠儿蓝莹莹的,对着 I do not know why, for blue, there is a kind of inborn emotion. Like it, attachment to it. When I was a child, my mother always liked to put two light blue bows on my long hair on my shoulders. And I, because I had a blue love in my heart, I had a softer look when I was back. Coincidentally, the smile is often full of dimples. When I was holding a spring, I realized that the small waterdrop that slipped out of my fingers was blue and blue, and I was facing it.