很怀念某个冬日的午后,披着一身的阳光,怀拥一个小不点,一股淡淡的孩儿香似有似无,令人心怡。小不点悠悠地用耳朵贴着你的脸颊,晃过来,晃过去,温馨也就随着那蹭来蹭去的耳朵渐渐地弥漫,整个人随即沉浸在那美丽的感觉中,似乎那冬日的阳光不是照在肌肤上,而是渗进了心房。很喜欢和孩子们接近,与他们聊些不着边际的话,了解那幼小的渴望,小小的身子偎着你, Remembered a winter afternoon, dressed in a sunshine, embrace a small, a hint of childlike like innocence, it is refreshing. A little bit of leisurely with your ear close to your cheek, shook it, Akira past, warm also with that rub to rub the ear gradually filled, the whole person then immersed in the beautiful feeling, it seems that the winter sun is not According to the skin, but infiltrated the atrium. Love and children are very close, talk to them not boundless words, to understand that young desire, a small body cling to you,