“啊!真香!”我伸了一个懒腰。一大早,在阳光下闪耀着洁白光芒的栀子花似乎灼伤了我的眼睛。我只好闭上眼,享受着栀子花清香拂面的感觉。六月的日子,奶奶家的院子里甚至村里村外,都氤氲在栀子花馥郁的芬芳中,让人如醉酒一般迈不开脚步,久久不想离去,心早被那沁人心脾的香气陶醉。没有玫瑰高傲,没有茉莉清秀,没有野菊坚强,但栀子花凭着一阵阵香味,陶醉了乡村的人们。村里村 Awesome! “” I stretched a lazy waist. Early in the morning, the gardenia, gleaming white in the sunshine, seemed to burn my eyes. I had to close my eyes and enjoy the smell of gardenia fragrance. In June, my grandmother’s yard and even the village outside the village are sluggish in the fragrant gardenia fragrance. People are generally unwilling to get drunk. They do not want to leave for a long time. The heart is remembered by the refreshing aroma. No roses arrogant, no jasmine handsome, no wild chrysanthemum strong, but gardenia flowers with a burst of scent, intoxicated people in the country. Village village