三角龙之阵读后感锦集(17)

last morning, when tiding my bookshelf, i took this book out of the shelf, and a dried flower flew away from the book. it was pale blue, very transparent, with thin fine veins. a dried flower flew away from the book. it was pale blue, very transparent, with thin fine veins. i held it against the morning light and blew on it. the soft breeze carried it away.