淡淡的睡眠,沉沉的梦幻,不知不觉唤醒了那沉睡已久的记忆……忆,真的只剩下回忆了。淡淡栀子香,从记忆的深处慢慢飘向心头。不觉走到那熟悉又陌生的地方——我们的小天地。我贪婪地呼吸弥漫在空气中的暗香,点点纯白缀在墨绿中更显沧桑,她的身影就这般一点一滴地穿过我记忆中最美的岁月。不曾想,那芬芳扑鼻的栀子花竟然在我的记忆处萦萦绕绕,拨动着思念的琴弦。 A touch of sleep, heavy dreams, unconsciously wake up that long sleepy memories ... ... memories, really only memories. Light gardenia incense, drifting slowly from the depths of memory to my heart. Unconsciously go to that familiar and unfamiliar place - our little world. I greedily inhaled in the air in the subtle fragrance, a little pure white decorated with dark green even more vicissitudes of life, her figure so bit by bit through my memory the most beautiful years. Never thought, that fragrant gardenia flower even in my memory Yingying around, struck the string of thoughts.