当一个人躬身于田园的作物中间时,他的心灵一定是至洁而芬芳的。满眼的苍翠,刷新你心灵的墙壁;草叶上的露珠,在晨光的照耀下,让你想起童年玩的肥皂泡泡;那些叫不上名儿的小花,一粒一粒在微风的吹拂下,冲你眨眼睛,只几下,你的灵魂就出窍了,面对它们,你会不由自主地蹲下身子,在清新扑面的 When one is in the midst of the garden crop, his soul must be clean and fragrant. Eyes full of green, refresh your soul walls; dew on the blades of grass, in the morning light, reminds you of the childhood play soap bubbles; those who can not tell the name of children’s flowers, a grain in the breeze blowing , Blink your eyes, only a few times, your soul will be out of the orphaned, in the face of them, you will involuntarily squat body, fresh and blowing