傍晚漫步在同林中,看各种花儿次第开落。走过一丛卡十鹃花,看着煞是喜人:这一朵刚刚盛开,高雅圆润;那一朵含苞待放,清丽脱俗……且慢,那枝下有一个花骨朵,小小的,歪歪的,在努力地生长着,看来过不了几日,她也一定会悄然开放,飘逸出属于自己的那一缕芬芳。心弦怦然,耳畔似乎响起一声破涕为笑的清脆童音,眼前似乎出现一张涨红的小脸,布满了泪水……是贤,班上那个最瘦小、最顽皮、最令人操心的孩子。他永远坐不住,鼻涕永远拖 Stroll in the evening in the same forest, watching a variety of flowers opened the first time. Through a bunch of cards of the azaleas, looked really evil is gratifying: this one just in full bloom, elegant mellow; that a budding, elegant and refined ... and slow, that branch has a flower bud, small, crooked In the hard-growing, it seems a few days, she will certainly quietly open, elegant out of their own fragrance that ray. Heart suddenly, his ears seem to squeaky tears of crisp voice, seems to appear in front of a red face, covered with tears ... ... is Yin, the class that the youngest, most naughty, the most worrying Children He will never sit still, his nose always dragging