又下雨了,刚刚收起的雨伞又得撑开,去接住那些飘零的花瓣。待急雨变得温和,便犹豫着步入公园。樱花早已被打谢了,一地粉绒。连翘、海棠,都被雨滴砸落了,歪在一旁。真没有什么好看的,我想。一边心里失落着,一边向前走去。人声渐渐安寂了,路上无人。忽然,伞停住了,我的脚步被什么东西钉住了。我忍不住抬起头,望去——一片华丽丽的花海。 It was raining again, just put away the umbrella has to open up, to pick up those falling petals. When the rain became moderate, he hesitated to walk into the park. Cherry blossoms have long been thankful, a ground velveteen. Forsythia, Begonia, have been smashed by the rain, crooked aside. Really nothing good, I think. Lost in my heart while walking forward. Voice gradually quiet, no one on the road. Suddenly, the umbrella stopped and what was my pace was pinned. I could not help but looked up and looked - a gorgeous flower.