女人是五色花,女人的一生都是花,从玫瑰花到木棉花,可是世界上每一朵美丽的花朵,都是从平凡中走过来的,生根,发牙,开枝散叶,再到花蕾,直至绽放,只有在花开时节最动人。也许你曾经只是一株小小的含羞草,平凡地长人们时常经过的路旁,只要有人从你身边经过,你就羞涩地闭上自己那小小的叶子,不敢与花儿争春,也不敢跟树木争宠。你只是默默地依附在这片土地上,悄悄地听四面八方吹来的风,偷偷地看花开叶落,月圆月缺,安静地守候着雨露和阳光的到来。 Women are colored flowers, a woman’s life is a flower, from roses to kapok, but every beautiful flower in the world, are coming from the ordinary, rooting, hair teeth, scattered leaves, and then to Bud, until bloom, only the most touching season in bloom. Maybe you used to be just a small mimosa, ordinary long people often pass the roadside, as long as someone from your side, you shyly closed their little leaves, not with the flowers fight for the spring, Not dare to complain with the trees. You just silently attached to the land, quietly listening to the wind blowing in all directions, secretly watching the blooming leaves, full moon, quietly waiting for the arrival of rain and sunshine.