今年的桂花含羞带怯,姗姗来迟,她带着悠悠馨香,施施然走进我的梦里,袅袅然为我的梦境镀上一层淡金,润色了我孩提时代泛黄的记忆,不觉轻叹;梦里花开知多少!那个温柔慈祥的老师亲切的面容又浮进我的旧梦,她带着一群懵懂的孩子,走出校园,去寻那课本中的桂花。她指着一棵乔木,耐心地告诉我们这就是桂树,让我们仔细观察,孩子们闹嚷嚷着转着大树,观察它的树叶纹理,贪婪地咀嚼着那诱人的桂香,似 This year’s sweet-scented osmanthus shy, overdue, she with a long sweet, Shi Ran entered my dream, curl as my dreams coated with a layer of pale gold, polish the childhood yellow memories of my childhood , Feel sigh; dream flowers bloom! That gentle and kind teacher face again floating in my old dream, she took a group of ignorant children, out of school, to find the textbook osmanthus. She pointed at a tree with patience and told us that this is a laurel tree. Let’s take a closer look. The children shouted at the trees, watching the leaves and greedily chewing the attractive cinnamon