我拿着一杯水走出阳台,蹲下身给我的薄荷浇水。夜色如淡淡的墨,微微的月光照着绿色的小叶片,叶子显得愈发青翠。我俯下身,想闻一闻薄荷清新的香味。一阵风吹来,一股刺鼻的味道扑鼻而来。我猛然抬头,发现这美好的月光瞬时被打碎了。阳台上摆满了小坛子,黑黝黝的,连成一片。那些刺鼻的酸味就是从这些小坛子里发出 I took a glass of water out of the balcony and crouched down to water my mint. Night, such as a touch of ink, the slight moon shining green leaves, the leaves seem more green. I leaned down and wanted to smell the mint freshness. A gust of wind blowing, a pungent taste nostrils. I suddenly looked up and found that the beautiful moonlight was instantly broken. Balconies filled with small jars, swarthy, even into one. Those pungent sour is issued from these small jars