春天来了,咪咪却很快“失宠”了……原来,即使是一只猫,也是有灵魂和记忆的。在楼下,我捡到了一只猫。是个暴雨的黄昏里,我依稀听见了细细的、婴儿哭声般的猫叫。楼檐下的雨地里,缩成小小的一堆,透湿,瑟瑟发抖,仿佛正在寸寸融化,听见人声,它扬起乌蒙蒙面孔,亮晶晶圆眼睛盯牢我。我一把抱起它,雨衣一裹冲上楼去,隔着塑料布,怀里一团颤抖的热。它便这样留下来,我们叫它咪咪。它雪白, When spring comes, Mimi is quickly out of favor... It turns out that even a cat has soul and memory. Downstairs, I found a cat. It was a torrential rain in the evening, I vaguely heard a thin, infant crying cry. In the rainy land under the floor, it collapsed into a small pile. It was wet and shivering. It seemed to be melting. When it heard the vocals, it lifted Ummomone’s face. Shining wafers stared at me. I picked it up, and the raincoat rushed upstairs, wrapped in plastic sheets, and trembling in the arms. It stayed like this, we call it Mimi. It is white,