初春的荷塘,别有一番景致。除却零星点缀的残荷,更多是宁静。微风滑过,水面皱起一道道细密的水纹,一道赶着一道,绕过残荷,追逐着、旋转着,荷塘便有了跃动的生机。小荷便是在这时闯进荷塘的,没有任何准备,没跟任何人打过招呼。跌落的瞬间,小荷只觉眼冒金星,浑身灌满铅般,倏然而落,直抵万丈深渊。她挣扎着坐起,努力将眼睛拉开一条缝,眼前漆黑一片,一股霉腐的气息直逼入胸,胃里一阵翻江倒海。几只甩着小胡子的家 Lotus pond in early spring, do not have some scenery. In addition to sporadic embellishment of the residual, more is quiet. Breeze glided over the surface of the water wrinkled a fine water pattern, a rush together, bypassing the residue, chasing, spinning, the pond has a vibrant life. Xiao-lot was then broke into the lotus pond, there is no preparation, did not say hello to anyone. Drop the moment, Xiao He only perceive the stars, covered with lead-like, but then fall, reaching the abyss. She was struggling to sit up, trying hard to open a slit in my eyes, dark eyes, a mildew breath almost thrust into the chest while the stomach turned a corner. A few tossed mustache home