小时候,我常常在爷爷家的露台上玩耍。可是爷爷家的露台因为没有小草小花的点缀,总是一片灰褐色。3月,天气渐渐暖和,我请爷爷和我一块儿在露台上种出一片花墙来。我们先把墙根的土细细犁了一遍,然后撒上刚买来的牵牛花的种子,浇透水。爷爷又从墙头垂下十几根麻线,麻线的另一端用小钉子固定在泥土里。和煦的阳光暖暖地照在那一小块播了种的泥土上,我日夜牵挂着这块泥土,焦急地等待着小绿芽破土而出。 As a kid, I used to play on the grandfather’s patio. But grandfather’s home patio because there is no embellishment of small flowers, always a taupe. March, the weather is getting warmer, I asked Grandpa and me to plant a flower wall on the terrace together. We first plowed the soil from the root of the wall and sprinkled the seeds of the morning glory we had bought, and drenched it. Grandpa again from the wall hanging a dozen twine, the other end of the twine with a small nail fixed in the soil. The warm sunshine warmly shone on that small piece of planted soil, I care about this piece of earth day and night, anxiously waiting for a small green shoots broke out.