嘴角上扬,扬起弧度,最终绽放,这是我多少次梦里遇见的笑。笑得那么普通,却又令我难以释怀。七八岁大的我被妈妈牵着在街上散步,七转八拐后,到了一条我印象不深的小路。这条路也是这两年才修的,之前都是泥沙路。傍晚的风令人惬意,让人浑身软绵绵的。我跳着小步走,妈妈在后面赶,叮嘱着不让我跑,我自然是 Mouth up, raise the arc, the final bloom, this is how many times I meet the dream of laughter. Laugh so ordinary, but it makes me hard to relieved. Seven or eight years old, I was led by my mother took a walk in the street, after seven turn eight, I came to an impressed path. This road is also built in the past two years, before the muddy road. The evening’s wind is pleasant and invigorating. I jumped a small step, my mother in the back rush, told me not to run, I naturally