花开,花落。云卷,云舒。浩浩蓝天之下,那些仪态万千的花朵,你可曾静心倾听,它们浅浅的梦呓?(一)沉淀了所有憧憬的阳光,慵懒地洒在了我的身上。我静静地伫立着。人来人往,却从未有人将目光停留在我的身上。那些匆忙的过客,也没有一次在我身边驻足。我多么希望有人停下来对我侧目,哪怕仅仅一眼,那便会是莫大的欣慰了。可是,没有。我那么努力地生长,那么努力地吸收养分,那么努力地开花,为的就是有 Blossom. Cloud volume, cloud Shu. Under the mighty blue sky, those gorgeous flowers, you have meditated to hear, their shallow dream? (A) precipitation of all the longing for the sun, lazily sprinkled on my body. I stand quietly. People come and go, but no one has set his sights on my body. None of those hurried passers-by stopped by me. How I wish someone stopped to look at me, even if only one, it would be greatly appreciated. However, no. I grow so hard, so hard to absorb nutrients, so hard to flowering, as is there