走在绵绵细雨中,任由雨点湿我面。走在青色的石板路上,潮湿的空气中弥漫着一股清香。我抬头望去,映入眼帘的是一片粉嫩嫩的云,乍一看又像一团团的粉色棉花糖。啊,是桃花!一年未见,她还是老样子。嫩嫩的脸蛋一如从前,对着我莞尔一笑,还摇动着枝干,仿佛在对我说:“嗨,老朋友!”我也向她们挥手。一只小鸟为了避雨飞进了桃花丛中,整理着被打湿的羽毛,几片花瓣贴在小鸟身上,显得非常可爱。一阵春风吹来,几朵桃花脱离枝干 Walk in the drizzle, let the rain wet my face. Walk in the blue stone road, the humid air filled with a fragrance. I looked up, greeted by a pink clouds, at first glance like a round of pink cotton candy. Ah, peach! One year, she still looks the same. Tender face as before, smiled at me, but also shaking the branches, as if to say to me: “Hey, old friends! ” I also waved to them. A bird flew into the peach bush in order to avoid rain, finishing the wet feathers, a few pieces of petals attached to the bird who looked very cute. A burst of spring breeze, a few peach from the branches