清晨,宁静的街道边,一棵棵栀子树静静地伫立着。一阵清风吹来,树枝迎风招展,快乐地发出“沙沙”响声,似乎在聆听风儿的诉说;一朵朵含苞欲放的栀子花在风中舞动着,似乎在等待盛开的刹那。我独自散步在人行道上,看着晨练的人们,听着鸟儿在枝头欢快地歌唱,一切都是如此平凡,却又如 In the early morning, on the quiet side of the street, a branch of scorpion tree stands quietly. A breeze blows, the branches beckoning in the wind, and happily making a rustling sound, as if listening to the wind’s voice; the blossoming gardenia flowers are dancing in the wind, as if waiting for the moment of blooming. I walked alone on the sidewalk, watching people doing morning exercises, listening to birds sing cheerfully on the branches, everything was so ordinary, but like