暮春。五月的第一天,阳光明媚,风轻柔得像软缎滑过脸颊。午后,踩着满地灿烂的阳光,我和女儿来到花园。孩子永远是快乐的天使,刚刚因为放不起风筝而嘟着嘴的女儿,一来到花园便像小鸟般飞来飞去,一会儿蹲着看蚂蚁,一会儿在草丛里捉小虫,一会儿又满园子追着蝴蝶乱跑……我落得个悠闲,坐在坛沿边,稍稍侧头,目光便不由自主地落在了我身旁的两棵花树上。 Late spring. On the first day of May, the sun was shining and the wind was as soft as a satin. In the afternoon, stepping on the bright sunshine of the land, I and my daughter came to the garden. The child is always an angel of happiness. The daughter who has been pouting just because she can’t afford a kite and flies like a bird as soon as she comes to the garden, looks at the ants for a while, catches bugs in the grass, and then a while. The garden was chasing after the butterflies... I fell leisurely and sat on the side of the altar, slightly sideways, and my eyes fell spontaneously on the two flower trees beside me.