我们同细雨一起上路了,和我们一起上路的,还有各种扑朔迷离的梦。这时,爸爸轻轻地说了声:“萧湖到了。”我扑向七月的清晨,深深地呼吸着雨后甜润的空气。瞬间,我呆住了,像是无意中扑进了一幅巨大的画卷。我的 We are on the road with the drizzle, and we are on the road, there are all kinds of confusing dreams. At this time, my father said softly: “Xiao He arrived.” I headed for the early morning of July and breathed deeply into the sweet air after the rain. Moment, I dumbfounded, like inadvertently flutter into a huge picture. mine