靠窗而坐,细呷一口清茶。淡淡的香气萦绕在鼻间,温温的热度缱绻在口中。那淡雅而温暖的感觉,让我不禁想起了家门前的那一丛青竹,想起了,青竹旁的那一抹残影。曾经,我家门前的那一丛青竹郁郁葱葱,充满活力与生机。耀眼的阳光错落在竹间,投下斑驳的光影。偶尔,一缕泠风吹过,和着叶落的簌簌声纠结成了一段别样的旋律。每逢细雨淅沥的时日,我总喜欢穿着一条素 Sit by the window, a fine tea. A hint of aroma lingering in the nose, the temperature of hot 缱 绻 in the mouth. That elegant and warm feeling, I can not help but think of that bundle of bamboo in front of home, think of it, the bamboo residue next to the residual blur. Once, in front of my house that bundle of green bamboo lush, full of vitality and vitality. Dazzling sunlight scattered in bamboo, cast mottled light and shadow. Occasionally, a ray of wind blew, and the leaves of the sizzling sound tangled into a different kind of melody. I always like to wear a element of rainy day