读着《桂花雨》这篇课文时,觉得分外亲切,因为我也有属自己的“桂花”故事。故事里同样蕴含着浓浓的情怀,让我一再回味。尤其每当微风抚摸着脸庞,飘来一股浓郁的桂花香气,我总会想起父亲,忆起他对我深深的爱。我的家中种着一棵桂花树,桂花树不大,没有粗壮的枝干,但,它在我的心中地位最重。秋天到了,桂花盛开了,散发着浓浓的香 Reading “sweet-scented osmanthus rain” this text, feel exceptionally cordial, because I also have their own “sweet-scented osmanthus ” story. The story also contains a thick feeling, let me aftertaste. Especially when the breeze touched the face, floated a rich sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance, I always think of his father, recalling his deep love for me. There is a sweet-scented osmanthus tree in my home. My sweet-scented osmanthus tree is not large and there is no stout branches. But it is the most important place in my heart. Autumn is coming, osmanthus bloom, exudes a thick fragrance