牛奶曾是年少时珍贵的物质,它不是一种饮料,而是一种回忆。它甜美的香味让你心情霎时丰满。还记得飘雪的冬天,捧着一碗热气腾腾的牛奶,望着窗外的雪花,享受它的浓郁和温暖。还记得流火的7月,一杯冰镇甜牛奶,让你再次勇敢地走在太阳下灼烧的大地。在成长的岁月中,牛奶是我的精灵,它牵着我,带我走向纯粹的快乐。 Milk was once a precious material when young, it is not a drink, but a memory. Its sweet scent gives you an instant plump feeling. Remember the winter snow, holding a bowl of steaming milk, looking out the window of the snowflakes, enjoy its rich and warm. Also remember that in July, a frozen glass of iced sweet milk will once again make you brave enough to walk in the burning earth under the sun. In the years of growing up, milk is my elf, it takes me and leads me toward pure pleasure.