记忆中,那一树娉婷,洁白无瑕,在我失望落寞时,给我鼓励与引导。嗬,那是多么特别的一树娉婷。寒风织细雨初春时节,乍暖还寒中,细密的春雨被寒风吹得形成一张网,笼罩在我头上。我手执月考试卷,心中不时想起那不堪的成绩。唉,说到底是我不自量力,梦想似乎那么遥不可及,我该如何走下去?回到家中,看到窗边几株兰花,被雨水冲刷得瑟缩,几片花瓣也坠落入泥…—我无奈极了,索性放下书包,跑出门外。寒风中,没有穿外衣的我颤抖着前行,细雨裹挟着我,我漫无目的,却 In memory, that tree 娉 Ting, white flawless, when I am disappointed lonely, give me encouragement and guidance.嗬, what a special tree 娉 ting. Cold wind weaving Spring season, the first warm still cold, dense spring rain was blown to form a net, enveloped in my head. My hands on the exam papers, my heart from time to time that unpleasant results. Alas, in the final analysis is that I am not self-motivated, the dream seems so out of reach, how do I go? Back home, I saw a few orchids by the window, washed by the rain shrunk, a few pieces of petals also crashed into the mud ... I am helpless, simply put down the bag, ran outside. In the cold wind, I did not wear a coat trembling forward, rain coerced me, I aimlessly, but