不久前,偶闲之余约朋友楼下散步无意中在路边发现了一株黄色的花,它身体小小的,软软的,甚是可爱。问朋友此为何花,竟生得如此鲜艳与娇嫩?她摇了摇头。每当一阵微风滑过,它便会轻轻地摇晃起那娇嫩可爱的小身体,随着风的节奏缓缓跳动,宛如一位妖艳的舞女。每日早饭过后,我都会去看它。看看它是否被路过的小昆虫啃食;看看它是否被嬉闹的孩子践踏;看看它是否被昨夜突袭的淫雨冻伤。每当看着它的个头儿 Not long ago, while I was still busy, I walked downstairs and found a yellow flower on the curb. It was small, soft and lovely. Why did you ask a friend to spend so brightly and delicately? She shook her head. Whenever a slight breeze slip, it will gently shake that delicate and lovely little body, with the rhythm of the wind slowly beating, like a flirtatious dancer. After breakfast every day, I will see it. See if it’s being grazed by the passing insect; see if it’s been trampled by the frolic children; see if it was frostbite by the rain that last night raided. Whenever looking at it’s head