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在我成长的地方,长着几棵栀子树,它们早已成了我心中动人的风景。每当阳光一阵暖过一阵,甚至有些热时;每当雨水一阵透过一阵,甚至有些骤时;每当新叶一阵绿过一阵,甚至有点墨时……栀子树的叶丛间便慢慢地孕育出一个个白色的花蕾。儿时,我总喜欢踮着脚,仰着头从叶丛间窥视它们的风姿。等到花儿咧嘴大笑时,满树生香。我沉醉于花间,整日围着栀子树转。
In my growing place, with a few gardenia trees, they have already become the moving landscape of my heart. Whenever the sun a while warm, or even some heat; whenever the rain burst through a while, and even some sudden; whenever a while green leaves a while, or even a little ink ... ... gardenia leaves between the will slow Slowly bred one by one white buds. Childhood, I always like to tiptoe, looking up from the leaves to peek at their grace. Wait until the flowers grin, full of tree fragrance. I indulge in flowers, around the gardenia tree around.