她轻轻地跳上路边的矮矮的花栏。张开两只嫩藕般的手臂,像蝴蝶的翅膀。她的十指,如正弹着的钢琴,轻灵地舞动。 他在她的左手边。在她的手指可以触及的 5厘米之外。他甚至可以闻见,凝脂一般她的手掌皮肤的淡香。 这是可爱的夏季的黄昏,夕阳西下,把他们的背影拖得老长老长。 风吹 She gently jumped on the short side of the road. Open two tender arm-like arms, like the wings of a butterfly. Her ten fingers, such as the playing piano, danced gently. He is on her left hand side. 5 cm beyond her finger touch. He can even smell the creamy skin of the palm of her hand. This is the lovely summer evening, the sunset, dragging their backs to the elders. Wind blowing