记得那是一个早春的日子,冬天依然霸气地固守着自己的领地,只是阳光悄悄温暖了一些,树木是光秃秃的,山野是满目的荒凉,汽车行驶在通往省城的路上,透过车窗,映入眼帘的除了山石的单调,就是荒草的枯萎,我那失意的目光渐渐地想从窗外收回来,忽然,山石下一束小黄花亮丽了我疲惫的目光,心儿被感动得颤颤的。花小小的,碎 I remember that is a day in early spring, winter is still domineering domineering own territory, but the sun quietly warm some trees are bare, the mountains are full of desolation, the car driving in the road leading to the provincial capital, through the car window , In addition to the monotony of the rocks, is the withered wilderness, my frustrated eyes gradually want to recover from the window, suddenly, a bunch of small yellow rock flowers beautiful my tired eyes, the heart was moved to be shaken of. Small flower, broken