是个清冷的下午,寒气从我的指头侵上我的臂膀。然而我不想开暖炉,怕一室的暖气把我跟窗外的山和树隔绝。脑海里浮现出一片青草地。草地上有间小白屋,里面是简单甚至简陋的家具——一张四方桌子、几把木椅子、一张盖上白被单的大大软软的床。一个整齐的小浴室,一个洁白的小厨房。窗外蓝天白云,颜色就很充分了。下雨时,雨珠沾在草叶上,蒙蒙的天罩着一片绿,屋子内有两个人的缘。那已经是整个世界了。爱情不是一种结果,而是一种感觉。大多人得到了结果而失去了感觉。你看,花不能再 It was a cool afternoon, and my chill broke my arm from my finger. However, I do not want to have a warm stove, afraid of a room of heating and I cut out the window with the mountains and trees. My mind emerges out of my mind. There is a small white room on the grass, which is simple and even simple furniture - a square table, a few wooden chairs, a large soft bed covered with white sheets. A neat little bathroom, a white kitchenette. Blue sky and white clouds, the color is very full. When it rains, the raindrops stick on the blades of grass, and the covered, green roof has the edge of two people. That is already the whole world. Love is not a result, but a feeling. Most people got the result and lost their feeling. You see, flowers can not be longer