夹竹桃在小院里摇曳,我幻想它是一位慈爱的老母亲,我见她顶着风迎着雨,伫立在悬崖上,仿佛在盼望着远航儿子的平安归来;我幻想它是一位无畏的勇士,我见他用手抹去满脸的雨水,面对滔滔的河水,振臂喊道:“不管怎样,我也要过河去!”我幻想它是一位善良的长者,我见 Oleander was swaying in a small courtyard. I imagined that it was a loving old mother. I saw her standing against the rain and standing on the cliff as if she was looking forward to the safe return of her son. I fantasized that it was a Fearless Warrior, I saw him wipe his face with his hand and face the turbulent river, shouting: “Anyway, I’m going to cross the river!” I fantasize that it’s a good long I see you