记忆的芬芳可以馨香未来。那年,战争爆发。德国人开始轰炸巴黎。我们一家和姑姑一家到一个偏僻的农庄避难。这天,听说警察要进行大搜查。我们只能去地窖藏身,父亲跟我说:“莫特尔,我们也许得在下面待很长一段时间,我们得想办法记住这个世界是多么特别。”说着,他做出从一个架子上取下瓶子的模样,“让我们打开记忆瓶,把最喜欢的风景、气味和难忘的时刻都装进去。”父亲让我赤足走过草地,为的是让我记住草的感觉。我嗅着各色花朵,然后闭上眼回味花的芬芳。“现在,我们把 The fragrance of memory can be a sweet future. That year, the war broke out. Germans started bombing Paris. Our family and my aunt went to a remote farm to take refuge. On that day, I heard that the police wanted a big search. We could only hide in the cellar and my father said to me: ”Mottel, we may have to stay below for a long time, and we have to find a way to remember how special the world is.“ ” Take off the bottle on a shelf, “Let’s open the memory bottle, put the favorite scenery, smell and unforgettable moments are loaded in. ” My father let me go barefoot across the grass, in order to let me remember grass a feeling of. I sniff colored flowers, then closed the eyes aftertaste floral fragrance. "Now, let’s put it