在我家的楼下,有两棵樱花树。每年冬天,我都盼着它们开花。因为花开了,春天就来了。这不,去年冬天我盼呀盼,终于把樱花盼来了。白天,天空一片湛蓝。樱花好像几朵洁白的云,悄无声息地飘到了枝头,让人觉得离天很近。“云”停在树上,让人很想把它摘下采瞧瞧。我几次幻想自己爬到了树梢,伸手一抓,抓了满手花瓣。一阵风吹过,樱花瓣便纷纷扬扬地飘落了下来,好像下了一场樱花雨。片片花瓣像蝴蝶一样在空中飞,又轻轻降落在地面上,铺出了一条雪白的路。 Downstairs in my house, there are two cherry trees. Every winter, I'm looking forward to their flowering. Spring comes because it is blooming. This is not, last winter, I hope I hope, and finally the cherry hope. During the day, the sky is blue. Cherry seems a few white clouds, quietly floated to the branches, people feel very close to the sky. “Cloud ” parked in the tree, people would like to take it off to take a look. Several times I fantasize myself climb to the treetops, reach out, caught the hand petals. A gust of wind blew, cherry petals have been falling apart in vogue, as if under a cherry rain. Pieces like a butterfly petals in the air fly, and gently landed on the ground, paved a white road.