我有一只菊花枕。夜深人静时,花香如月光般倾泻而下,寸寸弥漫。枕着它入睡,梦都散发着清冽的芬芳。时间久了,发丝里也飘着一缕缕似有若无的香气。疲乏躁郁时忽然闻到,精神总是为之一振。最妙的是大雨滂沱的夜里,仅一枕花香,就把漫天的凄风苦雨挡在了自己的世界之外。窗外愈是惊心动魄,枕边愈是安详宁静。 I have a daisy pillow. In the dead of night, the flowers poured down like a moonlight, inch inch diffuse. Pill it to sleep, dreams are exudes a clear fragrance. Over time, the hair is also floating in a plume of aromaless flavor. Suddenly tired and impatient smell, the spirit is always the one for vibration. The most wonderful is the torrential rainy night, only a pillow of flowers, put the sky of sadness and rain in his own world. Out of the window is more soul-stirring, pillow more peace and quiet.