寒冷的冬天又到了,窗外怒号的北风,不停地敲打着我的窗户,一切事物都没有春天那样生机勃勃了。不过还好,桌上的几株腊梅依然在那里默默地绽放,默默地吐着清幽的芬芳……望着这些腊梅,我不由得想起赵丽红的文章《假如你想做一支腊梅》。 The cold winter came again, the north wind outside the window, kept beating on my window, everything was not as vibrant as spring. But fortunately, the table is still a few strains of sweet bloom in silence, quietly silently spit silently ... ... Looking at these plum, I can not help but think of Zhao Lihong’s article, “If you want to be a plum.”