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又是五月,又是槐花飘香的季节。透过教室的玻璃窗,能看见学校墙外仅剩的那株洋槐树。树干还称不上粗壮,树冠也绝谈不上丰满,但槐花却开得繁密而灿烂,站在教室里望去,仿佛是满树的积雪,初生的绿叶零星地点缀其间,使得这团积雪闪烁出点点生机。讲课余暇,我常伫立窗前凝望那树繁花,推开窗户,偶有香味随风飘来,幽幽的,似有若无,仿佛一团朦胧的梦幻,但这足以让我迷恋了。我出神地看着她,看着她静静地盛开,静静地美丽,静静地散发着幽香。
May is again, the season is the fragrance of Sophora japonica. Through the classroom glass windows, you can see the school that the remaining strains of acacia trees outside the wall. Trunk can not be called sturdy, the crown must not talk about plump, but Sophora japonica is open dense and splendid, standing in the classroom looked, as if full of snow trees, fresh green leaves sporadically interspersed, making this Mission snow flashed a little vitality. During my spare time, I often stand in front of the window and gaze at the tree flowers, open the window, occasionally fragrance floated in the wind, faint, it seems Ruowu, as if a group of dim dreams, but enough for me to infatuation. I looked at her dedication, watching her quietly in full bloom, quietly beautiful, quiet exudes fragrance.