The sky is clear,and the sun is warm,not a single cloud in the sky.What are you doing?Are you waiting for someone?

（疑惑的望着你） You are a child of poetry,aren't you? But why do you always talk about flowers?

（我脸上带着笑意，手里掐着一朵娇小的玫瑰，小心翼翼地护着她，生怕她被风吹雨打。）They have withered, but not their beauty.（我抬起头，望着远方的落日，心中不免感慨。）——其实每一朵花都经历过绽放与枯萎，即使终将凋零，也不影响她们的美丽。