那是二月里的一个早上,正逢周末,女儿在写日记,我则在一旁看书。突然,她走过来问我:“妈妈,我们这次日记的主题是‘春天’,我不知道写些什么。”是呀,虽说已经进入初春,但春的迹象不很明显,草还没绿,柳条还没发芽。对了!“我们小区里的腊梅花不是开了吗?昨天你回来,还问是什么这么香,我说……”“哦,我知道怎么写了。”还没等我说完,女儿就捧着本子一溜烟地回到座位上奋笔疾书了。 It was one morning in February, coincided with the weekend, my daughter is writing a diary, I read the book. Suddenly, she came to ask me: “Mom, the theme of our diary is Spring, and I do not know what to write.” “Yeah, although it has entered early spring, the sign of spring is not very clear. Not green, the wicker has not sprouted. Yes! ”The bloom in our community is not open? Yesterday, you came back, and asked what is so fragrant, I said ...... “ ”Oh, I know how to write. " Not waiting for me to say End, my daughter ran back to the seat holding the book frivolous books.