骑着单车,忽地拐进一条小街,一阵淡淡的花香窜入鼻中。向前眺望,在未亮起的路灯边,立着一个小屋:攀墙花爬满了半面墙,透明的玻璃小门,窗台上吊着两盆翠绿的吊兰。我愣住了,抬头看着,花草早已将木板招牌挡住,只露一边小角。我好奇地推门而进,立即被眼前的画面吸引——天花板上挂着各色小雏菊,地上堆着各种各样的花,非常精致。中央是个檀木小桌,上面放着素色包装纸和腰带。一个系着白色围裙的人不慌不忙地修剪着手中 Riding a bicycle, suddenly turned into a small street, a faint bouquet of flowers fleeing into the nose. Looked forward, in the unlit street, standing in a hut: Climbing wall full of half-wall, transparent glass wicket, hanging on the windowsill two pots of green Chlorophytum. I was stunned, looked up, flowers already block the board signs, only exposed a small corner. I curiously pushed the door and immediately attracted by the immediate picture - hanging on the ceiling colored daisies, piled on the ground a variety of flowers, very delicate. The center is a small sandalwood table with plain wrapping paper and a belt on it. A man in a white apron trimmed her hands calmly