花儿开满枝头,如起舞的仙子,曼妙娇羞,尽显轻柔;树木苍翠葱茂,似甘洌的清泉,流入心头。父亲爱花。天渐寒时,父亲把那几盆花搬进客厅。中午日头好时,再把它们搬出来晒晒太阳。冬去春来,绿柳抽出新芽;花枝上的小骨朵白得如初雪,粉得似小孩子冻得通红的颊。父亲天天看,眼中总是充满父亲般的慈爱。而它们回报父亲的方式是活泼的生命热情,是父 Flowers full of branches, such as the dancing fairy, graceful and shy, filling soft; trees lush green, like a sweet spring, into my heart. Father love flowers. Days are getting cold, my father moved the pots into the living room. Good afternoon sun, then move them out to bask in the sun. Winter to spring, green willow out of sprouts; small branches on the flowery white as snow, powder like a child red flushed cheeks. Every day my father looks, his eyes are always full of his father’s kindness. And their way of giving back to their fathers is their lively passion for life, their father