春姑娘已携着小花篮悄悄地离开了,走在弯曲的小路上,我隐约地看到了那远去的身影,她把最后一缕淡淡的香气留在了这里,让我感到温暖。我心中的春天就是这一份浓浓的爱。一轮明月,犹如一面明晃晃的镜子,镶嵌在这深蓝色的天幕上。月色溶溶,把这夜空衬托得无比凉爽。我站在阳台上,不禁想起了那一天……早晨上学时,我见天气还可以,便没想到要带伞。可是天有不测风云,傍晚,天公不作美,淅淅沥沥下起了雨来。细雨密密地织成了一道纱幕,笼罩着整个校园。它像圆圆的珍珠儿,滑润的碎玉儿,零零散散,断断续续地滴落在漆黑的柏油路面上,泛起一星星儿微微的光泽。我在校门口转来转去,看着一位位家长都来接自己的孩子,不禁打了个寒战。我想:妈 Spring girl has quietly left with a small flower basket, walking in a curvy path, I vaguely saw the figure that went away, she left the last ray of light a fragrance left here, let me feel warm. Spring in my heart is this thick love. A bright moon, like a shining mirror, inlaid in this dark blue sky. Soluble in the moonlight, the night sky is extremely cool. I stood on the balcony, can not help but think of that day ...... school, I see the weather is OK, I did not expect to bring an umbrella. However, unexpected events of the day, the evening, the weather is not beautiful, lingering rain began to rain. The rain is woven into a gauze, enveloped the entire campus. It is like a round pearl children, smooth broken jade children, scattered scattered, intermittently dripping on the dark asphalt pavement, a star appeared a slight luster. I turned around in front of the school, watching a bit of parents are to pick up their children, can not help but shout. I think: Mom