人们收藏记忆,就像收藏佳酿,我也不例外。我的记忆收藏就像一个个小小的坛子,有的被封存,再也不想开启;有的被遗忘,再也找寻不见;还有的如启封的陈酿,阵阵飘香,总叫人闻香而去,品味那番醇厚,又会不时就牵挂起来那时的情景。一东京的雨总是淅淅沥沥的,可却不能驱走夏季的热度。站在只能容一人之身的凉台,看着寂静的街道走出了一个绿衫短裤的小女孩儿,她的身形一 People collect memories, just like collecting wines, and I’m no exception. My memory is like a collection of small jars, and some were sealed, no longer want to open; some forgotten, no longer find the missing; there are such as the unsealed aging, bursts of fragrance, always called people smell Scent away, taste that mellow, and from time to time to worry about when the scene. A rain in Tokyo is always lingering, but it can not drive away the summer heat. Standing only in the verandah of a veranda, watching the quiet street out of a green shirt shorts little girl, her stature