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那束花就放在路边的长椅上。时间是早晨,天空很干净,空气湿润润的,让我感觉昨天夜里一定有一些细雨飘过。太阳刚刚升起来,光线新鲜地斜照在长椅上,让那木质的颜色变得鲜亮,让那束花变得格外生动。我把脚步放轻,慢慢地走过去,心也微微有些紧张——似乎是怕惊扰了那束花。当我离长椅只有几步远时,我站住了。我看到那束花已经不再是鲜花了,大部分花朵都已经蔫蔫的,颜色也由鲜红变成了深红,甚至暗紫,一副饱受摧残的样子。
The bouquet is placed on a bench by the side of the road. The time is morning, the sky is clean, the air is wet and moist, making me feel that there must be some drizzle drifting past night. The sun just rose, light fresh oblique on the bench, so that the color of the wood becomes bright, so that bunch of flowers become extremely vivid. I walked slowly, walked slowly, my heart slightly tense - seems to be afraid to disturb the bunch of flowers. When I was only a few steps away from the bench, I stopped. I saw that the bouquet of flowers was no longer a flower anymore. Most of the flowers were lurid and the color turned from bright red to dark red and even dark purple, a torn way.