春天的最后一朵花隐去了芬芳的笑靥,只留下遍地残红。园圃里叠着层层凋零的花瓣。烟雨迷茫,花儿舞动了一春的身躯已停止,疲倦的微笑搁浅在花瓣的嘴角。缕缕雨丝轻轻掠过花儿,留下浅浅的吻痕。每一片花瓣里都栖息着一个恬淡的灵魂,包含着默默珍藏的感动和忧伤。每一滴淌过花瓣的雨珠,都似花儿为惜春而凝成的眼泪,盈盈闪动。 The last flower in spring faded into a fragrant smile, leaving behind only red residue. There are layers of fallen petals in the garden. The misty rain was lost, the body of the flowers dancing in the spring had stopped, and the tired smile was stranded at the corner of the petals. The rain rushes over the flowers, leaving a shallow hickey. Each of the petals is inhabited by a dim soul, containing the touching and sadness of the silent collection. Every raindrop that drips through the petals resembles the tears that the flowers condense to pamper the spring.