墙角的花谢了,一地蜡黄的碎瓣,沾满了尘土。空气中残留的香气也幽幽地随风而去,唯有那光秃秃的枝丫还遗留在寒风中,瑟瑟地颤抖,默默地接受这残酷的现实以及行人的无视。然而,我却无法无视它。每天,每个中午,都静静地从它身边走过,我亲眼见证了它从兴盛到衰败。虽然知道花儿有开必有落,但看到昨日 Thanks to the flowers in the corner, a piece of waxy yellow petals, stained with dust. The residual aroma in the air is also faintly away from the wind, only the bare branches still left in the cold, shivering, silently accept the cruel reality and pedestrian neglect. However, I can not ignore it. Every day, every noon, quietly walked from it, I witnessed it from prosperity to decline. Although I know the flowers are bound to fall, I saw yesterday