夕阳西斜。透过昏暗的起居室那半开着的百叶窗,几缕暖人心房的斜阳羞怯地往屋里偷看。11岁的我慵懒地躺在长沙发上,头随意地枕着沙发的扶手,沉浸于一本书中。这时有人在沙发的另一头坐了下来,沙发随之轻微地弹了弹。我把手中的书往下放了放,发现是我的小妹妹。她戴着厚厚的眼镜,拿着一本与我看的是同系列的书。她也躺了下来,快速地翻动着书页。我们的脚在沙发中间碰到了一起,一股暖洋洋、毛茸茸的感觉逐渐蔓延至我的全身。我俩彼此咧嘴一笑,继 Sunset west slope. Through the dusky living room, the half-open blinds and several twists and turns of warm heart atrium peeped into the room shyly. At the age of 11, I lay lazily on the couch, head on the sofa armrest, immersed in a book. At this moment, someone sat down on the other side of the couch, and the sofa slightly bounced off. I put down the book in my hand and found that it was my little sister. She wears thick glasses and holds a book of the same series that I saw. She also lay down, quickly flip the pages of the book. Our feet in the middle of the sofa met, a warm, furry feeling gradually spread to my body. We both grin each other