那天,我从学校走廊里匆匆走过,不经意地瞥了一眼旁边的花架,一下子看见了它。那是我的月季,一枝小小的植物,我停下来仔细观赏,不知何时,它竟开出一朵花来,娇小可爱,深红似火。灿烂的阳光下,亭亭玉立的它被镀上一层金色。我有些惊讶,旋即便释然了:它如此挺拔美丽,还不是父亲的功劳嘛! That day, I hurried through the school corridor, casual glancing at the flower stand next to, saw it at once. It was my rose, a little plant, and I stopped and watched it carefully. I did not know when it came out, it was petite and lovely, dark red like fire. Under the sunshine, the slim one is plated with gold. I am a little surprised, immediately relieved: it is so tall and straight, it is not the father’s contribution!