我喜欢花朵。过去,只要一看到美丽的花朵,我都会情不自禁地伸手采下。本意是希望能多看看这盎然的美丽,可每每真的将其收入囊中,又会后悔:这些花儿被摘下后,短短的时间内就会丧失生命力,化为尘土。直到有一天……又是一个春天,小区门口的树上绽放了无数粉红与白色的花朵。每一片花瓣都薄如蝉翼,将过于灿烂的阳光也过滤成了温柔的颜色。在澄澈湛蓝的天空映衬下,它仿佛被定 I like flowers. In the past, as soon as I saw beautiful flowers, I couldn’t help but try to pick them up. The intention is to hope to see more of this beautiful beauty, but you can really take it into your pocket and regret that after these flowers are removed, they will lose their vitality and turn into dust in a short period of time. Until one day ... and another spring, the trees at the entrance to the community bloomed with countless pink and white flowers. Each petal is thin as a flap, filtering too bright sunlight into a gentle color. Against the clear blue sky, it seems to be set