野喇叭花开了,败了,然后迎着来年的春天,仍然一身盛装,热烈地开。忘记了自己的开。她手里的画笔,调和内心适意的艳彩。她乐于别人把她忘记,躲在河畔、沟边、杨林一角、荒土一侧。似乎,只有喜欢口含水果糖的蜜蜂找到她,只有几只性格活泼的蝴蝶找到她。其余,谁还能找到她呢?谈恋爱的庄稼,有它的伙伴;傲岸的槐树有它的高枝;并蒂莲妩媚的笑意里有它的暗语。她爱的是她的空静!(不爱尚在远处泛滥的知了歌声里的声声虚假。)我有几次找到她,却不敢轻易说一句话。我怕说一句话,就把天空的平静,戳破一眼伤洞。允许她站在我的远观里,似花又不似 Wild trumpet flowers, lost, and then greet the coming spring, still a dress, warmly open. Forget my own open. Brush in her hand, to reconcile the inner color of Yan Cai. She is happy for others to forget her, hiding in the riverside, ditch edge, Yang Lin corner, wasteland side. It seems that only those bees who like fruit-bearing sugars find her, and only a few lively butterflies find her. The rest, who can find her? Fall in love with the crops, with its partners; Pride of Sophorae has its high branches; and Titian charming smile has its own language. She loves her quietness! (I do not love the sound of singing still heard in the distance.) How often did I find her, but did not dare to say anything? I’m afraid to say a word, put the sky calm, piercing a hole. Allow her to stand in my perspective, like flowers and not like