校园的花坛里种着一棵梅花树。虽然现在已经是初春了,但是空气里仍然透着阵阵寒意。花坛里的很多花草显得毫无生机,唯独那棵梅花凌寒盛开,十分引人注目。走近了,一米多高的主干有碗口那么粗,支撑着虽然没有树叶但很繁茂的枝条,显得很沉稳。那粗糙得裂开了缝的表皮,就像老爷爷饱经风霜的手,摸上去还有点扎手。棕黑色的枝条,粗细不一,形态万千:有的笔直向上,有的旁逸斜出,有的环绕盘旋……不管哪种样子,都显得苍劲有力。仔细看时,梅花一朵朵你不让我,我不让你,争先恐后地占满枝头。瞧, A plum tree is planted in the flowerbed of the campus. Although it is early spring now, there is still a chill in the air. A lot of flowers in the flower bed look vitality, except that the plum blossom in full bloom, very compelling. Approached, one meter tall trunk has a thick mouth, but despite the support of the leaves are very lush branches, it is very calm. That rough cracked stitched skin, like the old man weather-beaten hand, feel it a little hand. Brown-black branches, varying in thickness, shapes and shapes: some up straight, some side sloping out, and some circling around ... no matter what kind of look are vigorous and powerful. Look carefully, plum blossom you do not let me, I do not let you, scrambling to fill the branches. Look,