梨花开,春带雨;梨花落,春入泥。梨花开了,一朵,一朵。我的脚步还是慢了。丝绸的柔,一瓣又一瓣,依在水面。花自飘零水自流,瓣瓣梨花写信笺。走进世界第一古梨园时,正午的阳光透过绿叶折射在花蕾上。我心里一惊,些许梨花真落了。我还未来得及一睹芳容呢,就这样落了,是一阵风吹落的,还是一阵雨打散的呢?或许都不是,应是“化作春泥更护花。” Pear blossoms, spring rain; pear falls, spring into the mud. Pear blossoms open, a flower, a flower. My pace is still slow. Soft silk, a flap and flap, according to the water. Flowing from the water flowery petals pear writing letterheads. Into the world’s first ancient pear Park, the midday sun refracted in the bud through the green leaves. I was surprised, a little pear really down. I have not had time to see the beauty of it, so it falls, is a gust of wind blowing, or a shower of scattered? Maybe not, should be "