坐在窗边,目光常常会自然地飘向窗外,看到那株红枫。即使是心烦的时候,没有浅浅的微笑在脸上掠过完美的弧线;即使是夏花落尽,再无一树的纷繁带给我感动——但每当看到那熟悉的色彩——“霜叶红于二月花”的热烈,就会由衷地喜悦。它像火百合般高雅、蒲公英般纯洁。在阳光下,在我心里,它,是一株透明的红枫。它,是一种澄澈。在我两点一线的生活中,它是惟一 Sitting by the window, the eyes often float naturally out of the window and see the red maple. Even when upset, there was no shallow smile on the face that crossed the perfect arc; even if the summer flowers were over, no one could touch me again - but every time I saw the familiar colors - - The warmth of “frost leaves are red in February” will be truly delighted. It is as elegant as a fire lily and dandelion-like. In the sun, in my heart, it is a transparent red maple. It is a kind of clarity. In my two-point line life, it is the only