清晨,当我们陆续进了班级,迎面而来的却是一阵清香。我望了望四周,发现在课桌上有一盆绽开的饱满的蝴蝶兰,它犹如宝石一样蓝光闪烁,又好似吹满了的帆准备起航。我凑上前去,仔细地观察:上面一朵朵小花朵中间几束挺立的黄色花蕊,还有泥土的芳香,多么美丽!“这是谁的花儿呢?”我想。“多么美丽啊!”同学们随声附和着。突然想起了一件事:在我们班上,只要一上课,就会有一个两鬓全白的老爷爷闯进来,手上提着一个大袋子,向我们四周望去——他在找有没有空瓶子和不要的 Early in the morning, when we gradually entered the class, it was a burst of fragrance oncoming. I looked around and found a florid phalaenopsis blooming on the desks. It was as blue as a gemstone, and seemed like a full sail ready to set sail. I scrape together to carefully observe: a bunch of small flowers above the middle of a bunch of standing erect yellow stamens, as well as the earth’s fragrance, how beautiful! “This is whose flowers?” I think. “What a beautiful!” Classmates echoed. Suddenly remembered one thing: in our class, as long as a class, there will be a grandfather of two and a half white broke in, carrying a big bag in his hand, looking around us - he was looking for No empty bottles and no need