淡淡的，总是那么淡淡的，然而它们散发出一种与众不同的温暖芬芳……题记
Pale, always so faint, yet they emit a unique warmth and fragrance
在我家的小庭院西侧，种着一棵美丽而洁白的栀子花树。每逢初夏的夜晚，微风轻拂，清香的栀子花与树叶沙沙作响，一同将我带入梦乡。
On the west side of my small courtyard, there is a beautiful and pure white gardenia tree planted. Every early summer night, the gentle breeze blows, and the fragrant gardenia flowers and leaves rustle together, taking me to sleep.
曾经的一个春日盛景，轻风徜徉在初发嫩叶之间，温柔地抚过每一张容颜，亦碰触我家栀子花。栀子花在微风中婀娜多姿，其芳香四溢令人陶醉，引来络绎不绝的蜜蜂与蝴蝶，宛如一幅动人的画卷。作文 WwW.ZuOwENbA.NeT
On a once prosperous spring day, the gentle breeze wandered between the first tender leaves, gently caressing every face and touching my gardenia. The gardenia flowers are graceful and charming in the gentle breeze, their fragrance overflowing and enchanting, attracting a continuous stream of bees and butterflies, like a moving painting.
轻抚栀子花的花瓣，宛若唤醒婴儿幼肌软腻的触感，极尽柔情。近看这朵栀子花，宛若一位身穿雪白裙装的少女，脸上绽放出和暖的微笑，可爱无比。以一抹视线远眺，这些栀子花仿若嵌入绿宝石般纯净的珍珠，闪耀着璀璨的星光。
Gently caressing the petals of the gardenia flower, as if awakening the soft and tender touch of a baby's skin, with utmost tenderness. Up close, this gardenia flower looks like a young girl wearing a snow-white dress, with a warm smile on her face, incredibly cute. Looking into the distance with a single glance, these gardenia flowers are like pure pearls embedded in emerald, shining with brilliant starlight.
于黎明时分，我与几位小伙伴齐聚庭院，采撷着绚丽多彩的花卉，用以串煮一盏颇具韵味的花茶。然而，在众花卉中，栀子花所沁发出的茶香格外芬芳，甘冽如脂，令人陶醉。我们甚至请慈祥的祖母精心烘烤了一些美味无忧的栀子花饼，绵软香醇，口感简直完美无缺！
At dawn, a few friends and I gathered in the courtyard, picking colorful flowers to string and cook a charming flower tea. However, among all the flowers, the tea fragrance emitted by gardenia is particularly fragrant, sweet and creamy, intoxicating. We even had our kind grandmother carefully bake some delicious and worry free gardenia cakes, which are soft, fragrant, and have a perfect taste!
栀子花是如此的精致，如此的典雅。我如梦似幻地凝视着它们，仿佛看到了诗歌中的美景。那浅黄色的花瓣，在阳光的照耀下，熠熠生辉。微风吹来，轻轻掠过花朵，让它们舞动起来，仿佛一群羽毛轻盈的精灵在跳舞。我聆听着花语，静静倾听着栀子花给我讲述的故事……
Gardenia is so exquisite and elegant. I gazed at them like a dream, as if seeing the beautiful scenery in poetry. The light yellow petals shone brightly under the sunlight. A gentle breeze blows, brushing over the flowers and making them dance, as if a group of lightly feathered elves are dancing. I am listening to the language of flowers, quietly listening to the stories told to me by the gardenia flower