初看这篇文章的时候,感觉就像听着作者在耳边低语,轻轻的,柔柔的,仿佛恋人为好奇的对方讲睡前故事——让人忆起儿时枕着母亲的大腿听她不紧不慢地讲童话,一字一句听似不着边际,却如此安详宁静。 When you first read this article, it feels like listening to the author whispering in his ear, gently, softly, as if the lovers tell the story of the bedtime for the curious one - people remember the mother’s thighs when they were children. Listening to her leisurely stories about fairy tales, one word and one sentence seem to be indifferent, but so peaceful and serene.