我要来探访这四个空白页了,这是你栖身的地方。我是一个五岁的男孩——而你是我的母亲。我们大手牵小手漫步在一片开满忘忧草的地里,沿着阳光漫溢的小河散步。远处的嘉年华节望过去越来越朦胧,棉花糖的味道在空气中萦绕不去,那时我感觉橘色的忘忧草能散发出黄油爆米花和拔丝苹果的清香。 I want to visit these four blank pages, this is where you live. I am a five year old boy - and you are my mother. We walked hand in hand over a meadow full of forgetful grass, walking along the river overflowing the stream. The Fiesta in the distance looks fainter and fiercer, with the taste of marshmallows lingering in the air, when I felt orange forgetfrey emitting the fragrance of butter popcorn and rose apple.