岁月静好,氤氲了朝夕过往。檀香淡淡,丝丝缕缕拨动心弦;往事纷纷,点点滴滴忆上心头。记得小时候,我留着一头长发。清晨,似水阳光在枝头低语,抚面微风在柳下栖息。云翳斑驳的窗棂,有几只啁啾的鸟儿踩过,留下浅浅印记,几缕淡淡的檀香,在微微润湿的空气里酝酿。我站在镜子前,奶奶坐在我身后。她抚了抚老花镜琥珀色的支脚,小心地从梳妆台上拿下那把檀木梳。木梳被岁月打磨得温润如玉, Good years quiet, stupid day and night past. Sandalwood faint, fishes plume string heart; past events, bit by bit on my mind. I remember a child, I keep a long hair. Early in the morning, like water sunshine whispered in the branches, touching the breeze inhabit the Willow. Cloud 翳 mottled window 棂, a few chirp birds stepped on, leaving a shallow imprint, a few wisp of sandalwood, brewing in the slightly moist air. I stood in front of the mirror, my grandmother sitting behind me. She stroked the amber leg of the presbyopia and carefully removed the sandalwood comb from the dresser. Mushu years polished to moist jade,