和狐狸相遇的时候,我正斜靠在紫藤摇椅上喝一杯橘黄色的晚桂花茶,手边是一本王尔德的童话,封面上满身金币的王子伫立在地上,一只白鸽停在他的肩头,羽毛如雪。阳光实在是太温和了,风也清朗,我带着一丝困意想着,如果能遇见美好,首先要相信它真的存在。“请问,能给我一点儿晚桂花茶吗?”尖尖的、却和花茶一样甜美的声音打断了我的慵懒。 When I met the fox, I was leaning against a wisteria rocking chair and drank a glass of orange night sweet-scented osmanthus tea. At my fingertips was a Wilde fairy tale with a prince of gold covered on the cover on the ground. A dove stopped at him Shoulders, feathers, such as snow. The sun is too mild, the wind is clean, I was thinking with a trace of sleepy, if we can meet the good, we must first believe it really exists. “Excuse me, can I give a little late night Osmanthus tea?” "Pointed, but as sweet as tea, interrupted my lazy.