We couldn't help stepping into the flower bed and stepping under the osmanthus tree. I looked up, and the green leaves were covered with countless Venus. I don't know who it is. I was so excited that I bumped into the trunk. Small osmanthus flowers fluttered like fairy scattered flowers. I leaned my head back, and it covered my face. Ah! Rain, rain, golden rain, fragrant rain!
I was shouting when two pieces of osmanthus just fell into my mouth. The nettle lingers.
At this time, the students seemed to be inadvertently inspired, shaking the trunk together, and thin, fragrant yellow flowers floated down. After a while, the ground seemed to be covered with a golden silk carpet.
"Don't go, class will begin soon." A reminder made us reluctant to leave the osmanthus tree, accompanied me all the way with the fragrance of osmanthus, and made me sigh: the usually ugly osmanthus tree also has such an unforgettable side, which brought great joy to people.