从未爱过恋过,从未怨过恨过。只在,心冷时,化冰渍为流水,呵一气,吮一滴,吐纳芳芬,乐见小草醉伏……——题记人生有酒一支牙骨筷子,往酒盅里垂直而下,半没筷子的一端,寸许,旋而出离,酒液淋漓而下。小小的孩子的嘴,将仿待哺雏鸟张开,郑重地接上去。于是,那滴酒落下来。孩子一噎,哈!什么味儿?哈哈…… Never loved before, never hated. Only when, when the cold, the ice stains for the water, Oh breath, sucking a drop, Fanna Fang Fen, happy to see the grass drunk ... ... - a question of life there is wine, a toothbrush chopsticks, vertical down to the wine cup Half of the end of the chopsticks, inch Xu, spin out, liquor dripping down. The mouth of a small child, will imitate the hatchlings open, solemnly connected. So, that drop of alcohol fell. What's the smell? Haha ...