我家门前有几株小小的风铃草。每当阳光照在它的身上时,每当雨滴落在它头上时,每当新绿从地底钻出时,风铃草那小小的有如小铃铛似的花苞都会兴奋地颤抖一下,于是叶间一朵不被人察觉的小花朵开放了。儿时的我,喜欢蹲在草地里,低着头,从无数青青小草中窥视风铃草的丰姿。等到风铃草的花儿咧嘴大笑时,看似平淡无奇弱不禁风的风铃草就像被镶上了一颗晶莹的宝石,闻着闻着,似乎能闻到一股奇妙的幽香。我沉醉在其中,终日与风铃玩耍。可是,渐渐的,我对风铃草有些不满了,为什么风铃草的花只是白色的呢?如果是五颜六色的,那多让人兴奋啊! There are several small bellflowers in front of my house. Whenever the sun is shining on it, whenever a raindrop falls on its head, the small bell-shaped calyx of a bellflower trembles with excitement every time a new green is drilled from the ground, A small flower that is not perceived is open. Childhood, I like to squat in the grass, head down, peep from the abundance of green grass bellflower abundance. Wait until the bellflower flowers grin, the seemingly bland windbell like to be set on a crystal gem, smelling, it seems to smell a fantastic fragrance. I indulge in them, playing with Campanula all day long. However, gradually, I am somewhat dissatisfied with the bluebell, and why the bluebell flower is white? If it is colorful, it is more exciting ah!