昨夜一场急雨,一树的桂花,散了。至少也让我收获到一点吧!可急雨打落的桂花安静地卧在土上,有气无力的。树上仅存的几朵也无奈地耷拉下脑袋。我站在窗前,双手托着下巴,盯着玻璃窗外一地的米黄,嗅到了断断续续、似有若无的花香。配合着阴沉的天气,我的心情也像被雨水打落的桂花一般,湿漉漉的,淡淡的忧伤似花香轻轻溢出,难觅踪迹。 Last night, a rain, a tree of sweet-scented osmanthus, scattered. At least let me harvest a little! Can osmanthus rain can be quietly lying on the soil, weak. Only a few of the trees also helplessly pull down their heads. I stood at the window, holding my chin in my hands, staring at the beige outside the glass window, smelling the intermittent, seemingly dearth of flowers. With the gloomy weather, my mood is like the sweet-scented osmanthus that is hit by the rain. Wet, light grief overflows like a flower and it is hard to find.