那是一个炎热的夏天,我来到初生的校园。远处的一个角落引起了我的注意,它的惨淡与整个生机勃勃的校园相比,显得格格不入。那里有一株三角梅。枯枝凄凉地萎缩着,干涸的泥土崩裂开来,毫不留情地排挤着它那干枯瘦弱的根。无水,无叶,无花。若不是树干上那仅存无几的绿色,我根本就感受不到它微弱的生命力。我只能叹息,把手中的矿泉水分了一半给这个可怜的小家伙,希望它能活下去。从那以后,我路过时常常照料它,比如为它浇 It was a hot summer, I came to the nascent campus. One corner of the distance caught my attention, its dismal compared with the entire vibrant campus, it seems out of place. There’s a Bougainvillea Dry branches descend desolately, the dry earth cracked, mercilessly crowded with its dry, thin roots. No water, no leaves, no flowers. If it is not the only tree on the green, I simply can not feel its faint vitality. I can only sigh, half the mineral water in my hand to this poor little guy, I hope it can survive. Since then, I have been taking care of it often, for example by pouring it