有时候,谎言也是一种享受。因为有一种唯美的谎言,叫真爱。——题记追忆往昔,思绪像滴入水中的墨汁,轻轻地漾开爱的渲染……一小时候,爸爸常一本正经地告诫我吃饭不要掉饭粒,否则脸上会长麻子,或者爱哭的孩子会在晚上被大灰狼吃掉等等。对爸爸的话,我总是深信不疑,所以小小的我每次吃饭都尽量不掉饭粒,偶尔 Sometimes lies is also a pleasure. Because there is a beautiful lie, called true love. - Inscription Memory of the past, thoughts drip into the ink in the water, gently Kai Yang love rendering ... ... a child, dad often solemnly told me to eat do not drop tablets, or face pock, or crying children Will be eaten by wolves at night and so on. My father’s words, I always believe, so little I try not to eat rice every time I eat, and occasionally