朋友来玩,随手翻着案台上的书。“这是什么?”朋友问。我望过去,那是一片水仙花的花瓣,干瘪了,已变黄。我不语,推开玻璃窗。阳台上那盆水仙正对着窗口,怒放于盆中的花朵,使书页中的败落花瓣相形见绌。微风徐送的香气,使得心中不免悸动:这些蔫了的花瓣也曾亭亭玉立,而此时,它们己不再艳丽,不再芬芳。“它曾经是那么的美好!”朋友小心地托起书页中那片干瘪的花瓣说。望着窗外,竟觉得自己真的触摸到无形的时光。“落红不是无情物,化作春泥更护花”。它也曾美丽过。正因为有许多默默无闻的花瓣,才有了新花朵的怒放,也才有了不衰的生命之花…… Friends to play, readily turned over the case of books on stage. “What is this? ” Friend asked. I looked in the past, it was a petal of daffodils, shriveled, yellowed. I do not speak, open the windows. The daffodil on the balcony was facing the window, and the flowers in the pot filled the dwarf petals in the pages. Breeze Xu sent aroma, making the heart can not help but throb: these petals have also been slim, but at this time, they no longer showy, no longer fragrant. “It used to be so beautiful! ” My friend carefully hold up the shriveled petals in the page. Looking out the window, actually feel that I really touch the intangible time. “Fallen flowers are not heartless things, into Chunni more quadrangle”. It has also been beautiful. Because of the many obscure petals, there is a blossoming of new flowers and an endless flower of life ......