晨起,拉开窗帘,阳光像失控的雨水,倾泻而下。不远处的梧桐树叶,美得恰到好处。既不像夏日,浓烈得密不透风;也不似春天,单薄得稀稀拉拉。树荫下,薄薄的光晕星罗棋布。心,莫名地动了一下,放回准备好的长袖条纹衫,换了无袖的苎麻连衣裙,搭西瓜红开衫。午间小憩,和丹菇凉进了一家店,手捧奶茶,倚窗而坐。空气里,蔷薇花香正在随风弥漫。街边的女孩穿 Morning, opened the curtains, the sun like uncontrolled rain, pouring down. Not far from the Indus leaves, the United States just right. Neither like the summer, dense densely aura; also not like the spring, thin thinly pull. Under the shade, the thin halo dotted. Heart, inexplicably move a bit, put back the ready-made long-sleeved striped shirt, sleeveless ramie dress, watermelon red cardigan. Midday nap, and Dan mushroom cool into a shop, holding milk tea, leaning against the window and sit. In the air, the rose flowers are filled with the wind. Street girl wear