清澈的河水缓缓流淌,映出远处一片似火的红,如雪的白。那红色,热烈、奔放;那白色,纯洁、凄楚。树林、河水相映成趣,怎能不使人心动?走到树下,花儿都败了。一阵风过,吹得树上的残花摇摇欲坠,也吹乱了我的心。坐在树下,静静地,闻着空气中散发出的泥土的清香和微弱的花的气息,呆呆 The clear river flowed slowly, reflecting the red in the distance like a fire, such as snow white. That red, warm and unrestrained; that white, pure and bleak. How can the trees and the river reflect each other? How can we not make people excited? When we go to the tree, the flowers are all defeated. A gust of wind blew the lingering flowers on the tree and shook my heart. Sitting under the tree, quietly, smelling the fragrance of the earth and the smell of weak flowers in the air.