昨晚我又梦见了草原深处的乌兰老额吉。何以解忧?唯有“千里之爱”——高田贤三的一种淡香水。我打开香水柜,一一拿出白、红、橙的三个瓶子,注视并不透明的瓶身,我仿佛有一双千里眼,看到了乌兰老额吉的一生。“牵强附会,这有关系吗?”我脑海里的一个声音质问我。“都是我的个人感觉而已。”我安慰自己。解忧,总得需要一种手段。以物——香水代人,大概就是我这香水痴迷者 Last night I dreamed of the old Wulan in the grassland. Why worry? Only “love of thousands of miles ” - an eau de toilette Takada Kenzo. I opened the perfume cabinet, one by one out of the three bottles of white, red, orange, looking at the bottle is not transparent, I seem to have a pair of clairvoyant, saw the life of Wulan old Kyrgyzstan. “Invasion, is this related?” A voice in my mind asked me. “It’s my personal feeling. ” I comfort myself. Solution, always need a means. Substance - perfume generation, probably my perfume addict