吃过早餐,小米向父亲摆摆手,冲出了家门。天气真的很不错,水彩蓝的天幕缀着几朵胖胖的白云,小米想着,伸手摸摸起床时洗过的长发,还没有干呢。风调皮地穿过散发着洗发水清香的发丝,然后一圈一圈,带着香味扬起小米的裙角,又扑向她的脸蛋,钻进她的鼻孔。“阿嚏!”小米想,一定是风 After breakfast, Xiaomi waved his father and rushed out of the house. The weather was really good. The blue sky was decorated with a few plump white clouds. Xiao Mi thought, and reached out and touched the long hair that had been washed when he got up. The wind plucked through the hair of shampoo, followed by a lap, with a scent that lifted the millet’s skirt and rushed to her face and into her nostrils. “Aunty!” Xiaomi thought, it must be the wind