公园里的许多景物都给我留下了深刻的印象,但是使我流连忘返的却是我家附近小河两岸那数不清的垂柳。阳春三月,垂柳憋足了劲,贪婪地吮吸着春天的甘露。不几天,低垂的墨绿的又细又长的柳条上就鼓出点点嫩黄的叶芽,轻轻地掠着小河的水面。春风吹来,远远望去,那垂柳上好像挂着千万串淡黄色的珠子,飘啊飘啊,那么轻柔,那么素雅。 Many things in the park left a deep impression on me, but what made me linger was countless weeping willows across the river near my home. Spring March, weeping willow razed, greedily sucking spring nectar. A few days, drooping dark green and long thin wicker on the blooming little yellow leaf buds, gently swept the surface of the river. The spring breeze, from afar, that weeping willow hanging like thousands of strings of light yellow beads, floating ah floating, so gentle, so elegant.