万壑树参天,千山响杜鹃。蒙蒙的细雨,漾开了圈圈浮尘;歌喉婉转的杜宇,隐去了身姿,歌声却萦绕在耳畔……似心有灵犀,杜鹃花也开了。一簇簇,深深点点的红,开在山的最深处,或倚石而立,或傲然摇曳风中,总是聚集在一处寻热闹!极目所至,无不是点点火红缀绿间。雨浙淅沥沥,杜鹃鸟和着料峭的春风耸了耸肩,张开翠绿的翅膀迎风飞去。或许没有人会怜惜它们的美艳,或许没有人会驻足聆听它们的浅唱,但我就站在那 Wan He tree towering, Qianshan rhododendron. Mengmeng drizzle, Yang opened a circle of dust; gently Du Yu singing, hidden body posture, the song is lingering in the ears ... ... Like consonance, rhododendron also opened. A cluster of deep red, open in the deepest mountains, or stand by the stone, or proudly swaying the wind, always gathered in a search for fun! Rain Zhejiang lodge, cuckoo and chilly spring shrugs, open the green wings flew to the wind. Perhaps no one will pity their beauty, no one may stop to listen to their shallow singing, but I stood there