不说别的季节,在北方的冬天,你就是我的绿色。她认得的。在桌几对面乳白色的窄小的一隅,在只有齐腰高矮的紫檀木的花架上。你,以那柔曼的肢体语言,在窗口滤过的阳光的蜜意里,优雅谦逊地相互簇拥着,素面朝天地迎迓我的每个晨昏。你写意般的叶片,如她那含情的眉眼,盈盈的,仿佛噙着自己的一脉江山。叶叶相似,美少妇的玉指样,无时不为归人扬起。叶的根部,有着些 Not to mention other seasons, in the northern winter, you are my green. She recognized. Opposite the opposite side of the table milky white corner, only the lumbar high rosewood wood flower shelf. You, in that gentleman’s body language, in the sweetness of the sunshine filtering through the window, gracefully humbly embracing each other, welcoming each of my morning twilight. You freehand leaves, such as her facial features facial features, Ying Ying, as if poking his own country. Leaves similar to the beauty of young women jade finger, always up for people. The roots of leaves, with some