它,是一棵树,一棵矗立在路边的树,每天有无数的人从它身边匆匆走过。它不曾被关注,直到有一天,我停在了它的面前。那是一个非常寒冷的冬天,大马路上人烟稀少,白色的雪纷纷扬扬地飘落下来,落到大地上,像蒲公英找到了最后的归宿。而此时的我,正心浮气躁地走着,因为期末大考我考砸了。我把手插在口袋里,心里想着回家后妈妈失望的眼神和批评的话语,心头就不由得烦躁了起来。走在路上,连飞舞的雪花都像羽毛一样在轻挠我的 It is a tree, a tree standing by the side of the road, with numerous people hurried past it every day. It was not followed until one day I stopped in front of it. It was a very cold winter, the streets are sparsely populated, white snow falling in vain, fell to the ground, like the dandelion to find the final destination. And at this moment I, I was impatiently walking, because the final exam I test smashed. I put my hands in my pockets, my heart thinking about my mother’s disappointment after returning home and the words of criticism, my heart could not help but get upset. Walking on the road, even the flying snowflakes are lightly scratching me like feathers