每年初夏,学校走廊上的小花槽就长出桃形的叶子,不久便长满了米粒大小的花骨朵,像一串串弯弯曲曲的小火柴棍儿。过不了几天,它们就开满了洁白的小花。那层层叠叠的花穗是由一个个精致的小花组成的,每朵小花都有几个水滴形的花瓣,一点一点的,像一个个孤独的小孩,但却因为彼此相遇了而在一起,向空中伸展着,在绿叶的簇拥下显得俏丽、淡雅。“放学!”老师潇洒地把粉笔抛回笔盒,原本安静的教室立刻喧闹起来。动作快的早已拎着书包奔出教室,动作慢的也随即收拾起书本说说笑笑地向门外走去。回家,相对于上学要轻松得多。上学的路上太紧张,尤其是起晚的时候。回家就不同了,没有人规定你的时间,没有人限制你的 Early summer of each year, flower trunks on the corridor of the school grow peach-shaped leaves, and soon they are covered with grain-sized flowers and buds, like a string of winding little match sticks. Within a few days, they were full of white flowers. The layers of spikes are composed of delicate flowers, each with a few drops of petal, a little bit like a lonely child, but because of each other and in the Together, stretched to the air, surrounded by the leaves seem pretty, elegant. “School! ” The teacher sketched chalk back pencil case, the original quiet classroom immediately uproar. Action has long been carrying a school bag rushed out of the classroom, slow action also immediately picked up the book to talk to the door and walked to the outside. Going home is much easier than going to school. Too nervous to go to school, especially from late hours. Home is different, no one set your time, no one limits you