雨后的清晨,空气很清新。虽然今天是周末,但诸葛追云、李一飞、陆小浓和赵天天四个孩子,却又早早地起了床,背着鼓鼓囊囊的背包,整装待发。“小诸葛,你说我们今天能大饱眼福,见证莫大爷亲手培育的五色君子兰怒放吗?”陆小浓问。“那可不好说。”赵天天插嘴道,“兰花那么柔弱,昨晚一场暴雨,肯定把花打坏了。” The morning after the rain, the air is fresh. Although today is a weekend, Zhuge Chaiyun, Li Yifei, Lu Xiao-nong and Zhao Tiantian, four children, started their bed early and carried bulging backpacks ready to go. “Little Zhuge, you said that we can feast for the eyes today witness Grandpa personally cultivated colored Clivia in full bloom?” “That’s not easy to say.” “Every day, Zhao interjected,” Orchids are so weak that last night’s heavy rain definitely destroyed the flowers. “”