One day, the little girl was reading a book, suddenly ‘Dong’. I was surprised. ask: ‘what is sound? The little girl replied, ‘thunder’. I was looking out of the window, the sun is shining, no wind and rain to the trend, no thunder? I was surprised, and listen to ‘bf… ‘and, accompanied by continuously scent. I ask, ‘what sound? ‘ The little girl replied, ‘guns’. I confused, two person are in a quiet room, who shot? Over again, the little girl reading gap, is smiling covering her mouth by her hand, . The sound is derived from its seat, sound body is herself. Its voice aftertaste, a loud ringing loud, clean out sharply, and no noise, no smell breath dissipation; Two thunders long, soft, procrastination has a lingering fills the air.
Sigh of, really is, but made a double-barrelled. Ring of not, still smoke fog rising. Love this girl, the air is sweet, talk to remember, to gain a smile.