家门前是一方窄小的菜园,菜园后,是一片浩瀚的荷海,在夏日骄阳下,涌起红与绿的波涛。比起作家们笔下清丽婀娜的荷塘,我更爱门前壮阔磅礴的荷海,仿佛一张红花绿底的被子,盖在乡村黝黑的广阔的土地之上。并不单单只是花的美,叶的美,在无垠的原野上,花与叶似乎全部都缠绕在一起,看不到一点儿水面。然而它们还嫌不 In front of the house is a narrow vegetable garden, after the vegetable garden, is a vast Dutch Sea, in the summer sun, surging red and green waves. Than the writer’s elegant and graceful Hawthorn pen, I love the magnificent sea of ​​love, as if a saffron green quilt, covered in dark rural vast land above. It is not just the beauty of flowers, the beauty of leaves, the flowers and leaves seem to be all intertwined in the boundless wilderness, and can not see a little water. However, they still do not think so