Book3:WereMyDreamIs
书迷正在阅读：如影随形（1v1）h , 黄金城 , cao男人的日日夜夜 , 心情小记 , 【虫族/总攻】虫皇陛下 , 绿光与无梦之夜 , 顶流她又强又沙雕 , 一世诏书 , 晨光之爱 , 精灵盛院 , [综恐]谁是我的爱？ , 【反派初始化/暮辰】老情人
rious,freshandohim.Atthemoment,herowlingaroundfreelyinAisha’sbackyard.Look!Anever-wideningcircleofripplesmarredthesmoothsurfaceofthewaterintheswimmingpool.Thatnaughtyurmustbestoopingbythesideofthepoolrufflierwithhissmallhandsforfun.Theswingbytheeroftheayingrhythmically.Itmustbehimagainoscilting,flyinganddangintempowiththebreeze.’tyouhearhisgurglingughterresoundingintheair?Inthegarden,buddingflowersswayedanddahespringbreeze,asifthenaughtyurwasshakingeveryoheirbranches,shouting“Springishere!Springishere!Whyaren’tyoushowingyourbeautifulfaces?”Thatmeddlingisquitesuperfluousofthelittlefellow,foryouwouldthinkthosebeautifulbuddingflowersalreadyknoringwashere!Thespringbreezeflewhighintothesky.Thenaughtyurflewwithittotheroofofthehouse,hiseyescaughtbythechimeshangingontheeaves.Outofcuriosity,heshookandhitatthemwithhislittlehands,fillingtheairwiththetintinnabutionofthemusistruments.Thetinklingsoundofthesemysticalchimeswaslikeabuglecalltotheflowers,tellingthemspringwasreallyhere;sotheyallbloomedatononeaccord,floodingthegardenwithblossomsofnumerousshapesandcolors.Thespringbreezehadreallyheraldedtotheworldtheadventofentingspring. Thespringbreezewaslikeapettythief,aremarkablyskillfulohat,capableofclimbingwallsainginsidehouseswithoutmuchado.Therewasnowallintheworldthioughtostopher;nowindowshecouldhrough.Afterall,windowshavecradthespringbreezegetthroughalpertures,howevernarrowtheymaybe.Butspringbreezeneverhadtouseitsspecialtalentsinthisrespectforintheseasonwhenallthingsappearfreshandgayandtheairiswarmandfragrantwiththestofflowers,allwindoentoweletheing.Aishaisnoexceptiontotherule.Likeotherpeople,shehadopenedherFrendowstolettheringbreezeblowinsideherhouse.Whitecycurtainsflutteredinthespringbreeze,likethehemofsomebride’seborateweddinggown.Thespringbreezecircledaroundeveryroomlookingatthehundredsofbooksfillingthebookcasesaroundthewalls.Actually,itdidnotreallywanttosteanythingbutwasonlycurioustofindoutwhatthemistressofthehousewasdoing.Shewasnotputtingonmake-upbeforethemirror,butwasreadingquietly.Thespringbreezewasreallytoonosy! Aisha,wearingherlonghairlooselycoiledinaonbun,wassittingtranquillyonthesofabeforeawindowleisurelyreadingabook,withherhairlooselySheoftenliftedherheadtolookatthewhitecycurtainsflutteringinthespringbreezelikethehemofsomebride’seborateweddinggown.Slightwriheersofhereyesonlyaddedtohermatureandentiyandlimpidandlucideyes,deepasacrystalclearautumnpoheverysymbolofwisdom.Lookingdown,shebegantoreadAngelica’stestbookofpoems.Aishareadonslowlyandatteryioutthemeaniweenthelineswherethepoetessusuallyunwittinglyrevealedthesecretsofherheart.AishaseemedtouandwhatAngelicawastryingtosayandgainedpleteknowledgeofherthoughts.Angelicawasaverytalentedpoetess;butherquestforperfectbeautyalwaystahself-destruwhichleaowardsasuicidaltendency.KingDimitrioftenwarnedAishathatAngelicawaslikeanexquisitelybeautifulbutfragilecrystaleasilyshattered,soAishawasveryatteoallAngelica’swordsanda.ShewasgratifiedtofindthatAngelica’stestpoemswerenoledwitharming,terrifyingorsh