十几岁时读一本书,曾为一幕动心——女孩把香水向空中一喷,然后从漫天洒下的香水雨中走过,浪漫得很。无数次暗自想象,从香氛中穿行而过的女子,若换作我,又是如何?那时必定远空浩渺,浮云朵朵,月光刚好洒在破旧的蓝色摩托车上。而路边的树,刚歇了风声;树下的花,恰都开得好了。 Teens read a book, had a temptation - the girl spray the perfume into the air, and then walked from the sky over the perfume rain, very romantic. Countless times secretly imagined, passing through the fragrance of the woman passing, if for me, then? Must be vast sky, clouds, flowers, the moonlight sprinkled on the shabby blue motorcycle. The roadside tree, just break the wind; tree flowers, just open well.