那个春日近乎完美 ,我一醒来就闻到阳光的气息 ,像金黄松软的蛋糕。用这样的时光去听哲学课实在太浪费了 ,我决定到小树林里的青草地上去看一会儿ＰｅｔｅｒＭａｙｌｅ的书 ,他那些奢侈的吹嘘轻快得让人羡慕 ,我喜欢被他的语言挑逗 ,一些干净的欲望松木香似的满身飘拂 ,像在幻 Nearly perfect spring day, I woke up to smell the sun’s breath, like a golden soft cake. It was a waste of time to listen to philosophical classes, and I decided to go to see some books by Peter Mayle on the grass in the woods, envying those extravagantly boastful, I like to be tempted by his language, some clean The desire of pine wood like floating across the floor, like in magic