“这颗种子不会发芽的。”男孩没有反驳,没有怀疑,没有犹豫,手中的洒水壶洒出一道彩虹。心情低落的时候我总爱窝在床上看书,是首选也是唯一的选择。指腹摩挲着封面上熟悉的字样,心中便平添一份安稳。目光于其上浅浅掠过,似乎听闻一句温和的低语在耳畔响起:“孩子,你慢慢来。”一位以笔挥洒豪情的女子,她的文字是激起千层浪花的飞石,而此刻她是一位母亲——只是一位母亲。一句话,六个字,重得过万语千言。 “The seed will not germinate. ” The boy did not refute, no doubt, did not hesitate, sprinkle a rainbow in his hand sprinkler. When I feel depressed I always like to read in bed, is the first and only option. Means that the stomach is familiar with the words on the cover, the heart will add a safe. Eyes on the shallow swept over, it seems to hear a gentle whisper sounded in the ear: “Children, you slowly. ” A woman with a pen to pride, her words is to provoke a layer of spray Fly stone, and now she is a mother - just a mother. A word, six words, weight over thousand words.