巴旦木花开这个季节,或许就是五月吧?那时,在一个老园子里,一排排巴旦木开满了花朵。一片雪白,不,是白里透着淡淡的粉红。啊,如此热烈,又这般喧闹,就像骤然绽放的烟花,千树万树化作了五彩斑斓的梦。而杏树脚下,黄色的小花密密匝匝,又把整座杏园推向美的极致。这时候,两个寻芳的维吾尔姑娘身穿节日的盛装,含情脉脉——花丛里,她们灿烂的笑容比花更妩媚。但我并没有继续前行,在这美丽浸染的 Bartam bloom this season, perhaps May, right? At that time, in an old garden, rows of Pakistani wood full of flowers. A white, no, white is a touch of pink. Ah, so warm, so noisy, like a sudden bloom of fireworks, thousands of trees and trees made a colorful dream. The apricot at the foot of the yellow flowers close turn, and the whole apricot garden to the extreme beauty. At this time, two Uyghur girls who looked for festivals dressed in festive patterns - in the flowers, their splendid smiles were more charming than flowers. But I did not move on in this beautifully impregnated