路边的花那天,开完运动会放学时,我在路边看到一朵小花。走呀走,乏味无趣。走呀走,无声无息。到了那个再平凡不过的加油站,总是烦闷的。眼角的余光,轻轻转向一朵小花。这是朵黄花。柔嫩的黄色花瓣在阳光底下熠熠闪光。花瓣儿细细的,里面的蕊带着可爱的花粉,绒嘟嘟的。在这萧瑟的风中,小花挺起胸脯迎接太阳。她撑起枝叶,享受生命的力量!那叶子上残留着雨后的泥,不算华丽,不算新。正是雨创造了她的美丽。 Roadside flowers that day, after the end of sports games, I saw a flower on the roadside. Go go, boring boring. Go go, silent. It is always bored to the gas station that is more than ordinary. The corner of the eye light, gently turned to a flower. This is yellow flower. Soft yellow petals shine under the sun. Petal children thin, inside the Rui with lovely pollen, velvet beep. In this bleak wind, the flowers stand tall and meet the sun. She holds up branches and leaves and enjoys the power of life! The leaves are left with the mud after the rain, not gorgeous, not new. It is the rain that created her beauty.