放学的时候经过蔷薇花坛时,无意中瞥见,蔷薇花——落了。其实也是时候了,春已去,也是该谢了的时候了,只不过,也许花落了,明年还会再开的,可是,我始终觉得那已经不一样了。无论是赏花的人,还是花自己,今年的花是今年的花,明年的花是明年的花,今年的开了就是开了,今年的落了就是落了。落了之后,再开出来的花,也不是今年的了。总之,那已经不同。 When I passed the flower bed at school, I lost sight of it and the rose flower fell. In fact, it’s time. Spring has already passed. It’s also a good time to thank. It’s only that it will be spent and it will be reopened next year. However, I always feel that it is different. Whether it is a flower-seeing person or a flower-maker, this year’s flower is the flower of this year, the flower of the next year is the flower of the next year, this year’s opening is the opening, and the fall of this year is a fall. After the fall, the flowers that are re-opened are not this year. In short, it is different.