初二下学期,班主任领着一个衣着朴素、满睑秀气的女生走进了教室。女孩叫菊。听到欢迎的掌声,菊害羞地笑了。就这样菊成了我们班的一分子。有意思的是,不久一次调座位后,我俩竟成了同桌。刚开始时,两人都有些拘谨,后来,慢慢熟悉起来。菊告诉我她来自乡下,她经常给我讲乡下的事。她说她姥姥家门前种了许多的菊花,每到秋天,粉的、白的、黄的,五颜六色开满了一大堆。每当秋风吹过,菊花随风摇曳,花浪翻涌,香气弥撒在四周,久久不去……听到她的描述,我陶醉了,仿佛闻到了阵阵菊花香。我笑着说:“下次去乡下别忘了给我带点菊花噢!” In the second and second semester of the second grade, the head teacher led a girl dressed in plain clothes and full of elegance into the classroom. The girl called Ju. When I heard the applause of welcome, Ju smiled shyly. This way, Chrysanthemum became part of our class. Interestingly, after a short shift of seats, we both became the same table. At the beginning, both of them were slightly restrained. Later, they gradually became familiar with it. Chrysena told me that she came from the country and she often told me about the countryside. She said that she had planted a lot of chrysanthemums in front of her house. Every fall, pink, white, and yellow were full of colorful flowers. Whenever the autumn wind blows, the chrysanthemums sway with the wind, the flower waves surge, the aroma spreads around, and it doesn’t go for a long time... When I heard her description, I was intoxicated, as if I smelled bursts of chrysanthemum. I smiled and said: “Next time you go to the country, don’t forget to bring me some chrysanthemums!”