七月的风吹过,还带有几丝凉意,外面的天空悠闲得飘过几朵白云,这夏日倒也分外宁静。此刻我正躺在凉椅上,目光呆呆地望着面前兀自盛开的太阳花,如此大红大紫,有些艳丽过分了,但我依旧欢喜得不行。还记得初次见你时,你那灰头土脸的形象。你的根须断断续续,像被人狠狠折过的狗尾巴草,蔫蔫地耷拉着,整个身体上都蒙着厚厚的土灰和一层沙。脏脏乱乱的,活像是一株已无生命活力的被遗弃的太阳花。我将你轻轻放下,正打算就此离去时,我突然看到你小小的正含苞待放的花骨朵,你的一抹亮眼的 July winds, but also with a few cool, the sky outside leisurely drifting several white clouds, this summer is also exceptionally quiet. At the moment, I was lying in a cool chair, looking blankly in front of the blooming sunflowers, so red, some gorgeous too much, but I still can not happy. Remember when you first met you, your image of the gray face. Your roots are on and off, like the dog’s tail grass, severely beaten, pulled loosely, covered with thick soil and a layer of sand throughout the body. Dirty and messy, looks like a dead flower has been abandoned vitality. I will put you gently down, is going to leave on this, I suddenly see your little bud is budding, your touch of dazzling