绽放每一年,我都会如期地看到玉兰花绽放在春天的脚步里。它们的花苞总是早早地立在冬天的尾巴上,慢慢熬过严寒,然后一点一点地露出它们的美,一瓣一瓣地打开它们的生命。它们是孤单的吧,一朵朵独立在没有叶片点缀的枝头,可因着孤单它们显出一种傲然而立的美,一种坚韧的美,一种? Every year I bloom, I will see Magnolia blossoms in spring. Their flower buds always stood on the tails of the winter early and slowly passed through the cold. Then they revealed their beauty little by little and opened their lives one by one. They are lonely, they stand alone in the branches without leaves, but because of their loneliness they show a proud and beautiful beauty, a kind of tough beauty, a kind?