任何温暖的地方:贫土、砖缝、树根旁,房梁上……但凡有一小捧土,牵牛花都是可以生生不息的,再有束和煦的阳光,它可以吐出一柄柄未撑开的伞柄,待轻风鼓起,扬上灿烂的笑容。幼时住在乡下的外婆家,屋后是一望无垠的田野,盛夏的风总是让人微醺。繁茂的黄瓜藤挡着灼人的烈日,嫩黄色的黄瓜花清清淡淡地站立在架子上。走上田埂,洁白的翅膀上缀着黑色斑纹的蝴蝶在上下翻飞,埂边整齐地排着绿油油的菠菜,辣椒丛里掩映着红的、绿 Any warm place: poor soil, brick seams, roots next to the house beam ... ... Whenever there is a small handful of soil, morning glory are endless, and then the beam of sunshine, it can spit a handle Undiscovered umbrella handle, to be breeze bulge, Yang on the bright smile. Grandmother who lives in the country when he was a child, the house is an oasis in the field, the summer wind always makes meager. Lush cucumber vine block the burning scorching sun, bright yellow cucumber flowers stand lightly on the shelf. Go up on the ridge, white butterfly wings stamped with black stripes flutter up and down, neatly lined with green spinach, pepper covered with red, green