I have the window waiting for Nazhi bird - fly again, my friend, it\'s just been my footsteps away in shock. I pushed the door to the balcony of light, he saw it fly up and singing a few songs. It has the general jade wings, neck, white lines is very clear. It is time to fly, wings issued light \"Puchi\", a very lightweight. I had to see it fly away. At first, I read in the living room, do not know Fall in love with my orchids, nodding his head in a pot peck. I regret that his own reckless.
I have only sat in a bamboo chair on the balcony waiting for it to come back. I saw it fly into the jungle, where, with the poplar trees in May, to grow the strong. It is replaced by new leaves dense, shade built a whole tree. Green is not deep, a little bright light. I\'ve approached Poplar have seen, that the leaves are oval, petiole slender, positive smooth, the back of the lines is very clear, veins protruding veins on both sides of Mo Shangqu obvious boundaries. Today, I have the window can not be close to see it.
The morning sun, the sky is blue, and perhaps there is a slight leaf surface dew bar! The wind gently blowing, surrounded by poplar trees without him so happy, they are silent with, maintain their dignity and enjoy the summer wind and sun. They may not have anything to impress the soul bar! However, it lively dance Poplar start with very enthusiastic. Although I can not hear the voice of that brawl, but I feel the excitement. I was impressed by its enthusiasm for the. Summer Wind also added a little power, it is more merry dance of the. At this time, I saw it was like palm leaves in the sun, blinking out of countless points of light, like dawn suffused with the lake of the phosphorescence microwave; butter, a number of fish in shallow water where a panic to jump; also like listening to an inspiring palm of your hand after the speech. Poplar is so happy, in countless forests.
It\'s surrounded by a white butterfly Innocent Steps forward, and then again one, two butterflies together to dance. I envy the beauty of butterflies and romance for poplar. Cicada also come because of the tall poplars and lush, it nonstop in the trunk, the happy-ming up. Cicada\'s singing to break the silence of the woods, it is a tree on a long and loud \"squeak - squeak -\" singing, high and low tactfully, thickness are addressed. Other trees, cicadas may hear his call, followed by \"squeak - squeak -\" singing together, one after another crowded, joined in the chorus there is rhyme, as if the original ecological harmony concert singer masterpiece.
Poplar tree, because there are so many happy, it is all forgotten his wounds yesterday. Perhaps, in April the pain is still wounded by the hail and leaf injury also. However, the nature of self-reliance so that he leaves in the spring, the lush up quickly. He once again a powerful gesture to show their charm. The roots of poplar because of its strong roots, and his trunk is tall and straight poplar branches, and his vitality is a deep-seated roots of nutrition given. So, he will not wither, there is no bow down. In his pursuit of fame and fortune, a group of creatures where happily proudly forward, Thanksgiving to enjoy today\'s happiness belong to him.
His fall may be very lonely, and he was too strong of character, spending his life too much, he was destined to start in early autumn, when leaves yellow blight. He went to late autumn might be only the tenacious black sheep, where the westerly wind shake, but he knew that dare to face their destiny. His winter may be spent in the north wind\'s whine, but the freezing rain and northerly winds will force him to shape the distinctive posture - smooth texture, as well as clear and transparent beauty. His crystal branches will give his side all through the life of encouragement. White is part of his last beautiful. His future is in pain waiting for the spring produced.
In the window, I saw in May\'s Poplar thought of these. I wait for the bird has never come back.
我在窗前等待那只鸟儿——我的朋友再次飞来，它是刚刚被我的脚步声惊走了的。我轻推门来到阳台时，看见它唱着歌儿飞起来。它有翠玉一般的翅膀，颈部的白色纹路很清晰。它飞起来的时候，翅膀发出轻微的“扑哧”，很轻盈。我只好看它飞走。起先，我在客厅看书，不知道他恋上了我的兰花，在花盆里点头啄食。我后悔自己的卤莽。
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我只有坐在阳台的竹椅上等待它回来。我望见它飞进的丛林，那里，有棵五月的白杨，旺盛地生长着。它换新的叶子密密麻麻，荫盖了整棵树。绿色还不深，带点浅亮。我以前走近白杨看过，那叶子是卵形，叶柄细长，正面光滑，背面的纹路很清晰，叶脉突起，叶脉的两边摸上去有明显的界限。今天，我在窗前，不能靠近看它。
艳阳的上午，天空很蓝，也许叶面上还有些微的露水吧！风在轻轻地吹，白杨的周围的树没有他那么高兴，它们都静默着，保持尊严，享受夏风与阳光。它们也许没有什么可以打动心灵的吧！可是白杨却欢快的舞动着手，很热烈。尽管我听不见那哗哗的声音，我却感觉到它的激动。我还是被它的热情打动着。夏日的风又加了一点力量，它舞得更欢快了。这时，我看见它像手掌的叶片在阳光下，闪烁出无数的光点，像清晨泛着微波的湖面的磷光；又像许多鱼在浅水里惊慌地跳跃；还像听完一场鼓舞人心的演讲后的手掌。白杨是那么快乐，在无数的树丛里。
它的周围有一只白蝴蝶翩翩着，接着又来一只，两只蝴蝶一起跳起舞 来。我羡慕蝴蝶给予白杨的美丽与浪漫。知了也来了，因为白杨的高大与茂盛，所以停歇在树干上，快乐地鸣起来。知了的高唱打破寂静的树林，它在大树上长而响亮地“吱——吱——”唱着，高低婉转，粗细有致。其他树上的知了也许听见了他的号召，跟着“吱——吱——”唱起来，此起彼伏，热闹非凡，唱和有韵，仿佛和声演唱会上的原生态歌手的杰作。
这棵杨树，因为有这么多的快乐，它全忘记了他昨日的创伤。也许，四月的冰雹打伤的痛还在，叶的伤也在。但是自强的本性让他的叶子在春日里，迅速繁茂起来。他又以强大的姿态展示自己的魅力。因为它的根是白杨坚强的根，他的枝干是白杨挺拔的枝干，他的生命力是深扎的根的营养赋予。所以，他不会枯死，没有折腰。他在一群追逐名利的生灵里快乐地傲然着，感恩地享受属于他今天的幸福。
他的秋天也许是很寂寞的，他过于坚强的性格，耗费他过多的生命，他注定要在初秋开始的时候就叶黄凋萎。他到深秋也许只剩下坚韧的枯枝，在西风里摇撼,但是，他知道也敢于面对自己的命运。他的冬天也许会是在北风的呜咽里度过，但是，冻雨与北风的力量会在他身上塑造与众不同的姿态——光洁的质感以及清晰透明的美。他的晶莹的枝条会给经过他身边的一切生命以鼓舞。白色是属于他的最后的美丽。他未来的春天是在痛苦的等待中产生的。
在窗前，我看着五月的白杨，想到了这些。我等待的那只鸟始终没有再来。