新家的房间有一个大阳台,闲暇时我会站在阳台上眺望,远处农田庄稼播种收获,空中鸟儿南飞北归。看倦了远处的风景,不经意间低头,突然被扶手下的一株野草所吸引。天气已经冷了,它的生机也被冷风吹走,只剩下直愣愣的茎叶,一派萧条。再放眼小院,水井边,柱子旁,到处都是它们同类的身影,一个个都顶着光秃秃的身子,随风伏地。池塘里的茭白也如此,不过茭白一旦倒地,脊梁也就断了,颜色变成萧败的枯黄。但野草不是,风吹雨打后,它依然挺立着,依旧是深沉的墨绿。 New home room has a large balcony, leisure time I will stand on the balcony overlooking the farmer sowing crop harvest, air birds fly south north. Tired of watching the scenery in the distance, inadvertently bow, suddenly attracted by a wild grass under the armrest. The weather is already cold, its vitality has also been blown away by the cold, leaving only straight Leng Leng stems and leaves, a depression. Then look at the small courtyard, side of the well, next to the pillars, everywhere their similar figure, one by one against the bare body, with the wind volt. Potherb mustard in the pond is also true, but once the pumila fell to the ground, the backbone is broken, the color becomes Xiao defeat yellow. But weeds are not, after the wind and rain, it is still standing, still dark green.