就这样单纯地望着我的天使鱼,竟也会感到无尽的欢乐。它优雅地吞食着食物,偶尔摆动那美丽的尾鳍,或是闲躺在水草中间,吐出一个个气泡。将手贴在冰冷的玻璃上,它游过来,似乎是在寻求着我指尖的温度。我想它是非常寂寞的,我总不在家,只有一屋子冷清的空气填塞了整个空间。它的眼 Looking at my angel fish simply, I would also feel endless joy. It swallows food gracefully, occasionally swings the beautiful tail fin, or lies idle in the middle of the grass and spits out bubbles. Sticking his hands to the cold glass, it swam over and it seemed to be looking for the temperature at my fingertips. I think it’s very lonely. I’m not at home. Only a deserted room fills the space. Its eye