炎炎夏日,走在马路上,常常被一阵又一阵的热浪袭击。环视四周,全是行色匆匆的人群。繁忙的生活,日复一日的匆匆,最终都表现为脸上的冷漠。城市之中,我很少看到人与人之间的情谊。正打算前行,忽然扫过一个略微突出的身影。是一位身着素净蓝布衣的老妇人。我看到她膝上的那堆洁白的几乎发亮的东西,细细碎碎的。慢慢走近,嗅到空气中隐约的清香,这才看清了———那是茉莉花。新鲜又清幽的香气,似乎让周遭的温度都降了下来。我见 Summer, walking on the road, often after another wave of heat waves attack. Looking around, all the hurry crowd. Busy life, day after day rush, eventually showed the face of indifference. In the cities, I rarely see the friendship between people. Is planning to move forward, suddenly swept a slightly prominent figure. Is an old woman dressed in plain blue commoner. I saw the pile of white almost shiny things on her lap, shattered. Slowly approached, smell the faint fragrance in the air, this see - that is jasmine. Fresh and quiet aroma, it seems that the temperature dropped down all around. I see