昨天清夜时分,猛然心中怦动,突然想起曾经在皖南的山坳中,在大别山的峭壁上,都见过的杜鹃花。杜鹃花红的时节,是春成熟的符号。我喜爱杜鹃。杜鹃朴实,她没有牡丹那样的娇贵,没有荷花那样的清新,没有梅花那样的稀有。但她盛开的时候,就像燃烧的火,红得绚烂,红得眩目,她纯洁,她诚挚。每当春天来临的时候,她就顶着料峭的春风,悄然孕育着花苞,沐浴着绵绵的春雨,等待着温情地绽放。 Yesterday evening, the heart suddenly move, suddenly remembered once in southern Anhui col, on the cliffs in the Dabie Mountains, have seen azaleas. Rhododendrons red season, is a symbol of spring maturity. I love azaleas. Azalea simple, she is not as delicate as peony, no lotus as fresh, there is no plum that rare. When she was in full bloom, she was like a burning fire, gorgeous in red, dazzling in red, she was pure and she was sincere. Whenever spring comes, she holds the spring breeze, quietly breed buds, bathed in the spring rain, waiting for warmth bloom.