在写蔡琳之前,我先要提提前年我一个人去九寨沟,途中经过一个开阔的山谷,好多商贩在那儿摆摊,其中,就有卖我喜欢的藏饰。我看中了一款彩色的手链,放在阳光下,眯眼看它宛如一弯绚烂的彩虹。我正准备掏钱,身旁一个女孩挽着一只篾篮走过,篮里摆着挤挤挨挨的花骨朵,凝脂一样的白而稠,是栀子花,因为淋了水,花骨朵上带了莹莹的光。令我眼前一亮的,是用栀子花串联成的一挂挂花环和一串串手链,我能想象它套在我手腕上,清香四溢又乖巧可人的样子。后来,我一直戴 Before I write Chai Lin, let me first mention the year before last year when I went to Jiuzhaigou alone. After passing through an open valley, many traders set up stalls there. Among them, I sold the Tibetan ornaments I like. I fancy a color bracelet, in the sun, squinting it like a gorgeous rainbow rainbow. I’m going to pay for it, a girl next to him holding a basket walked through the basket crowded crowded flower buds, creamy white and thick, is gardenia, because the shower, Yingying light. What made me shine was a hanging wreath and a string of bracelets made of gardenia flowers. I could imagine it covering my wrist with a delicate, fragrant and cute look. Later, I always wear