日子自顾自的像一只猫轻轻又优雅的踱过去了。在黑暗中躺在床上面朝着天花板,想象着苍穹。摸索着抱紧布狗同样软软的身体,回忆轻舞飞扬。想起小时候,姥姥哼唱的老歌、摇动的芭蕉扇、滴水的屋檐和葡萄架下洒下的点点阳光。小小的我心中一 The days of self-serving like a cat gently and gracefully passed away. Lying on the bed facing the ceiling in the darkness, imagine the sky. Stretching on the same soft body of the cloth dog, recalling dancing and flying. I remembered the old songs I sang, the banana fans that swayed, the dripping roofs, and the little sunshine that fell under the vines. One of my little hearts