所谓的感动,是凄冷黑夜中朦胧的星光?是漫天大雪中簇然升起的火苗?是一片死寂中盛开的花?似乎有些神圣了,或许,只是在漫漫长途后轻轻敲开家门,那一刻,风尘驱散,光芒悄然而至。小时候便忌惮热水袋这种东西,小小的身躯却可以轻松吞进大半瓶热水壶的水,大人们常说一定不要摔着它,小心滚烫的水伤着皮肤。我一直奉之为真理,对着“宝贝”从来轻手轻脚。 The so-called touched, is the hazy night in the bleak starlight? It is a heavy snowstorm rose in the sky? Is a blooming flower in bloom? It seems a bit sacred, perhaps, just after a long long trip, lightly knocked on the door, that Moment, the dust dispersed, light quietly. When I was a kid, I dreamed of using a hot-water bottle, and a small body swallowed water in most of the hot water bottles. The adults often said that they should not fall on it and be careful of hot water wounding the skin. I have always regarded it as the truth, in the face of “Baby” has never been a slap in the face.