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轻轻地,我问:“你闻过阳光的气味吗?”淘气的妹妹笑嘻嘻地打岔:“阳光的气味就是烤焦了的螨虫的气味。”拨开她,我再问,你却支支吾吾。我轻轻叹了一口气:“你一定是闻过的。”阳光的气味,有点儿像刚烤的香甜的曲奇,一口咬下去,有种不可言说的美妙;阳光的气味,又有点儿像一瓶上等的香水,自然、清新,不论你的心情有多么糟糕,只消在这气味中打个滚儿,一切不愉快都会立马烟消云散。想想你五六岁跟着姥姥去晒被子的场景。那是在冬日的午后,天突然放晴,暖暖
Gently, I asked: “You smell the smell of the sun? ” Naughty sister smiled and interrupt: “The smell of sunshine is the smell of scorched mites ” Pitch her, I ask again, You have been wasting my money. I sighed softly: “You must have heard it.” The smell of sunshine, a bit like a sweet cookie just baked, a bite, a wonderful unspeakable; the smell of the sun, and Kind of like a bottle of fine perfume, natural, fresh, no matter how bad your mood, just make a hit in the smell, all the unhappy will soon disappear. Think of your five or six years old with her grandmother to the quilt scene. It was in the winter afternoon, the day suddenly sunny, warm