缕缕被书页浸得幽香的微风,掠过身旁,化成一段周末的记忆……——题记慵懒晨光早晨,轻柔的阳光透过叶尖,在屋里洒下点点细碎的光影。揉揉眼,翻开《草房子》,我一忽儿便陷了进去,忘记了周遭的世界。只觉那片金灿灿的茅草房已映入眼帘;忽又见陆鹤的秃脑袋在面前一亮一亮闪着如明灯般的光芒;又感到纸月正睁着乌溜溜的大眼朝这儿望来……有时,我会留意那些羽色 Strands of book was soaked in the fragrance of the breeze, passing beside, into a weekend of memories ... - Inscription lazy morning light, gentle sunlight through the tip of the sprinkle in the house a little bit of light and shadow. Rubbing his eyes, opened the “grass house”, I suddenly trapped in, forget the world around. Only that piece of golden thatched cottage has been greeted; suddenly see Lu He’s bald head in front of a bright light shining like a light; also feel the paper is open with a long black eyes ... Sometimes, I will pay attention to those feathers