不知道从何时起,我开始迷恋那渺小而卑微的东西,或许是知道了天地的广阔又或许是了解了生命的无常,它们在风中颤栗的身姿一次次映入眼帘,一次次勾起我对它们的爱,正如那垂手自谦的狗尾巴草。那曾经在书上看到过无数次的名字,那在人们心里永远也及不上向日葵的植物。如果向日葵是迎着艳阳骄傲绽放的,那它定是耷拉着脑袋被阳光 I don’t know when I’ve become obsessed with something small and humble, perhaps knowing the vastness of heaven and earth and perhaps understanding the impermanence of life. Their trembling postures in the wind come and go again and again. My love for them is just like the dog tail grass that is selfless. There were countless names that had been seen in books, and plants in the hearts of people would never be able to keep up with sunflowers. If the sunflower is blooming against the pride of the sun, it must be pulled by the sun.