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Ruth invented her own language recently, which she speaks with enthusiasm. Without understanding a single word, I know they mean love. I cannot recall how I got home, it is because my heart reaches first.
I freeze the moment. The moment melts me.
我爱花草。近来我周围的自然界,色彩忽然缤纷起来,仿如家里娇艳的小草,随处就往我所到之处,任意开放。我看到她在树上。我看到她在花丛间。我看到她,在地铁,听见她,在对面夫妇的婴儿手推车里。我回家的路变成一段无声电影,心随着耳,已经到家了。
芊儿有了自创的语言。除了爸爸,妈妈,我一句也没听懂。我只知道那是爱。那是宝贝的语文,听不进脑,却直透心中。
我凝视着永恒,融化在其中。她是我家的忘忧草。
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