六月了,院子里往年都在端午节前竞相开放的栀子花迟迟未开。却又不过一夜两夜间,大而白的花朵便缀满了枝头,压得枝叶颤颤巍巍,在轻轻的风里缓缓摇曳。临水的那一边,更是被压得低到了水面,顶着鲜嫩花儿的枝条,点在水上,在水面泛开了层层涟漪,惹得水下的小锦鲤摇着尾巴,追逐嬉闹在花叶之间。这些天,上班或者下班,只要有片刻的时间,我都会慢下脚步,绕过矮矮的灌木,穿过几株红枫,低头躲过树干高大、枝叶繁 In June, the garden jasmine flower that had been racing in front of the Dragon Boat Festival in previous years was not yet open. But overnight, however, two nights, large and white flowers were filled with branches, pressed the leaves trembling towering, gently swaying in the gentle wind. Pro water side, it is being pressed down to the surface of the water, carrying fresh flowers branches, point in the water, the surface of the water in a layer of open rippling, prompting the underwater Koi shakes his tail, chasing frolic Between the mosaic. These days, work or work, as long as a moment, I will slow down, bypassing the short shrubs, through a few red maple, bow tall escaped tree trunks