初夏，院子里的栀子花又开了，开得很是茂盛，只见一朵朵皎洁的花朵点缀枝头，如繁星闪烁。它们无论枝头吐芳，还是落地成泥，一概素素淡淡，清清雅雅，如白玉无瑕。
In early summer, the gardenia flowers in the yard bloomed again, flourishing and shining brightly on the branches like stars. Whether they bloom on the branches or turn into mud on the ground, they are all plain and elegant, pure and refined, like flawless white jade.
小学袁老师常穿着白色的裙子，那是栀子花的颜色，很是好看。夕阳之下，被云朵染上紫红色的，云朵悄然移动着。坑坑洼洼的石子路，刚刚放学的小孩嬉戏着。“老师好！”齐刷刷地一片。“唉！路上小心啊。”老师回头笑道。
Teacher Yuan in elementary school often wears a white dress, which is the color of gardenia and looks very beautiful. Under the sunset, dyed purple red by clouds, the clouds quietly moved. The bumpy gravel road is filled with children playing after school. Hello teacher! "They all brushed the ground in unison. Ah! Be careful on the road, "the teacher turned back and smiled.
栀子花又开了，缕缕清香拂面而来，看着枝上那朵朵耀眼的花儿，我想起袁老师办公桌上常常摆着几朵带着露珠的栀子花，这是她最喜欢的。应该是三年级的事吧，我的成绩一落千丈，父母唠叨的声音常萦绕耳畔，而我也常常很不耐烦。现在翻开那时的作业本，字迹潦草，像是一群蚂蚁在纸上爬来爬去。老师似乎对我的状态很担忧，便将我叫到办公室，栀子花的香气萦绕在办公室里，很好闻……她坐在椅子上看到我后笑了一下，啜了口花茶，递给我一个本子，是同班同学的。我有些疑惑，翻开本子一瞧，她的字很好看，一笔一画，端端正正。“她没练过字，但我记得，你练过的”老师的语气很轻松，仿佛只是找我来聊聊天，我“嗯”了声。她看着我低着头摆弄衣角，反复解开一粒纽扣又扣上，轻叹了一口气：“你有什么心事可以和老师说。”“啊？没，没有！”她一直盯着我的眼睛，我便移开了目光，她似乎还想说什么，但最终也只是递给我几颗旺仔牛奶糖便让我走了。
The gardenia flowers bloomed again, with delicate fragrance wafting across my face. Looking at the dazzling flowers on the branches, I remembered how many dewdrops of gardenia flowers were often placed on Teacher Yuan's desk, which was her favorite. It should be in third grade. My grades plummeted, and my parents' nagging often lingered in my ears. I was also very impatient. Opening the workbook from that time now, the handwriting is sloppy, like a group of ants crawling back and forth on paper. The teacher seemed very worried about my condition, so she called me to the office. The fragrance of gardenia flowers lingered in the office, and it smelled good... She sat in the chair and smiled when she saw me, took a sip of flower tea, and handed me a notebook, which belonged to a classmate. I was a little confused, but when I opened my notebook, I saw that her handwriting was very beautiful, with every stroke and stroke being neat and upright. She hasn't practiced handwriting, but I remember you did, "the teacher's tone was relaxed, as if she was just looking for me to chat, and I said" hmm ". She watched as I lowered my head and fiddled with the hem of my clothes, repeatedly unbuttoning and fastening a button. She let out a sigh and said, "What's on your mind? You can tell the teacher." "Ah? No, no!" She kept staring into my eyes, and I looked away. She seemed to want to say something more, but in the end, she just handed me a few Wangzai milk candies and let me go.
“莫名其妙！”我走出办公室嘀咕了几句，将奶糖扔进口中，瞬间，奶香味填充了我的味蕾。
I'm puzzled! "I muttered a few words as I walked out of the office and tossed the milk candy into my mouth. In an instant, the milky aroma filled my taste buds.
从那以后，我成了老师办公室的常客。
Since then, I have become a frequent visitor to the teacher's office.
那一天下午，我又被叫来了，老师看着我语重心长地说：“你知道这栀子花为什么如此这般美丽又清新吗？在不同的生长花期，它们都有自己的使命和义务，什么时候做什么事情，认真将这些事做好，方可开出最美的花。你现在就应该珍惜时光，好好学习！”我看着带着晨露的栀子花道：“我不想学。”我迟疑了一会儿，还是说出口。“那不如开开心心玩几天，你这样学习既没效果又累人，玩几天，静下心来再学习。”她回答的干脆利落，又出人意料。
That afternoon, I was called again, and the teacher looked at me earnestly and said, "Do you know why these gardenia flowers are so beautiful and fresh? At different growth stages, they all have their own missions and obligations. When to do something, do it seriously and do it well, in order to bloom the most beautiful flowers. You should cherish time and study hard now!" I looked at the gardenia flowers with morning dew and said, "I don't want to learn." After hesitating for a moment, I said it out loud. It's better to play happily for a few days. Studying like this is neither effective nor tiring. After playing for a few days, calm down and study again, "she answered crisply and unexpectedly.
我很感谢这位老师，她是我人生航海路中的一座灯塔，闪闪发光。
I am very grateful to this teacher, she is a lighthouse on my life's voyage, shining brightly.
栀子花的花期过了，花朵悄然落下，我想，它们做好了它们该做的了。盼望着来年夏天的某一天清晨，满树栀子花已悄然开放。
The flowering period of gardenia flowers has passed, and the flowers quietly fall. I think they have done what they should do. Looking forward to one morning in the coming summer, when the gardenia flowers on the trees have quietly bloomed.