晚饭后,我们寄宿部的同学在校园里散步,少年宫门前的那两棵樱花树留住了我的脚步。春雨若有若无地飘着,那两棵樱花树接受着春雨的洗礼,更有精神了,但花香却随之消散了,只剩下淡淡的露水的味道,又似乎伴着一点薄薄的甜味,很纯,好像快要和风融为一体了。樱花的花瓣由边缘到中心,由淡粉到纯白;粉红的,像婴儿纯真的笑脸,洁白的,似人间白雪。我忍不住轻轻地抚摸它,柔软如江 After dinner, our boarding school students walked on campus, and the two cherry trees in front of the Children’s Palace kept my steps. If the spring rain floated, then the two cherry trees to accept the baptism of the spring rain, more spirit, but the flower has disappeared, leaving only a touch of dew flavor, it seems with a little thin Sweet, pure, as if coming in harmony with the wind. Sakura petals from the edge to the center, from pale pink to white; pink, like a baby innocent smile, white, like white snow. I could not help touching it gently, soft as the river