一向爱花,诉不出缘由,也许是初睁睡眼时的漫天飞絮,留下刻骨铭心的记忆;也许我就好似一个花痴,对花有一种莫名而涌动的醉爱。曾记得那段醉卧花荫的日子,一杯清茶,一支笛,一本日记,一支笔,我便可以清楚地听到花开花落的声音。 Has always loved the flowers, could not complain about reasons, perhaps the beginning of sleepy days, flying around, leaving unforgettable memories; Maybe I was like an anthem, there is a kind of inexplicable and intoxicating flower love. I remembered the days of drunken flowers, a cup of tea, a flute, a diary, a pen, and I could clearly hear the flowers blossoming.