枝头的叶,河岸的花,飞翔的白鸽带来了春。走在那条熟悉的街道上,不经意间,被那片倚着墙角的花丛留住了脚步。说是花丛,却从未知其名,如今,它细小的根茎绿色而生机勃勃,微微垂下一朵朵米黄色的小花,摇曳着,抖落下一地春意。那花儿绽放在自己的世界,似乎不为更多的人关注,然而,又有什么关系呢?只要花儿自己开心,叶儿看着美丽,那花儿就高昂起头颈,舒展自己优美的舞姿,在春风里。 Branches of leaves, riverbank flowers, flying white doves brought spring. Walk in that familiar street, inadvertently, was the piece of flowers leaning against the corner of the footsteps. Said to be flowers, but never known its name, and now, it is a small green roots and vibrant, drooping a little beige flowers, swaying, shake off the next spring. The flowers bloom in their own world, does not seem to pay attention to more people, however, what is the relationship? As long as the flowers themselves happy, Ye Er looked beautiful, then the flowers on the neck up high, stretch their beautiful Dancing posture, in the spring breeze.