生病住院期间,我一直心情不好。病房外有一个花圃,里面种了很多栀子花。正是栀子花飘香的季节,那一朵朵怒放的花儿,就像一张张微笑的脸庞。微风吹过,洁白的花朵轻轻摇曳,阵阵幽香,飘进窗内。我与一个叔叔同住一个病房,他姓张,是一个摄影师,在爬山拍摄的时候摔伤了腿才住进来的。张叔叔凝神望了一会儿窗外,突然,他很兴奋地转过身,挪到桌子旁拿起相机。此时,我看见张叔叔的脸上正挂着浅浅的笑,好似一朵盛开的栀子花。也许,在他心中,拍照就 I have been in a bad mood during my illness. Outside the ward there is a flower garden where many gardenia flowers are planted. It is the season of gardenia fragrance, that blossoming flowers, like a smiling face. Breeze blowing, white flowers gently swaying, bursts of fragrance, floated into the window. I lived with a uncle in a ward, surnamed Zhang, a photographer who had fallen in limbs while climbing. Uncle Zhang watched for a while outside the window, suddenly, he was very excited to turn around, moved to the table to pick up the camera. At this point, I saw Uncle Zhang’s face hanging with a shallow smile, like a gardenia in full bloom. Maybe, in his heart, take pictures