From the window of my room, I could see a tall cotton-rose hibiscus. In spring, when green foliage was half hidden by mist, the tree looked very enchanting dotted with red blossom. This inspiring neighbor of mine often set my mind working. I gradually regarded it as my best friend.
从我的房间的窗子向外望去，可以看到一株高大的芙蓉树。春日里，芙蓉树在薄雾中若隐若现，红花点点，样子实在迷人。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. Struck by the plight, I was seized with a sadness at the thought all the blossom is doomed to fall. 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. The vicissitudes of my life saw my beloved friends parting one after another. Isnt it similar to the tree shedding its flowers in the wind
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。刹那间，我有一种花开终有落的悲凉感觉。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。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