From the window of my room, I could see a tall cotton-rose hibiscus.
从我的房间的窗子向外望去，可以看到一株高大的芙蓉树。
In spring, when green foliage was halfhidden by mist, the tree looked very enchanting dotted with redblossom.
春日里，芙蓉树在薄雾中若隐若现，红花点点，样子实在迷人。
This inspiring neighbor of mine often set my mind working.I gradually regarded it as my best friend。
它总是赋予我灵感，让我思如泉涌。时间久了，我竟把这菱蓉视为知已了。
Nevertheless, when I opened the window one morning, to my amazement, the tree was almost bare beyond recognition as a result of the storm ravages the night before.
然而，一天清晨，当我推开窗子时，愕然发现前夜的一场风雨已将它摧残得落红满地。
Struck by the plight, I wasseized with a sadness at the thought “all the blossom is doomed to fall”.
刹那间，我有一种"花开终有落"的悲凉感觉。
I could not help sighing with emotion: the course of life never runs smooth, for there are so many ups and downs, twists and turns.
这使我不由得发出一声慨叹：人生的旅途中，总是少不了种种羁绊，那些曲折的经历总会伴随着我们。
The vicissitudes of my life saw my beloved friends partingone after another. Isn’t it similar to the tree shedding its flowers in the wind?
曾经失去过的挚爱的朋友，生命的脆弱不正是像这随风而逝的花吗？
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