微风吹拂着麦田,掀起一片麦浪,我沉浸在淡淡的麦香中,心想:麦花开了吧?——题记小时候的我常去乡下的姥姥家住,那里依山傍水,空气格外清新,便成了我和风儿追逐和花草交流的好场所。那时候的我总天真地认为所有的植物都有自己的花,都有自己的花香陪伴着它。有次竟将蜂窝当作梧桐树的大花,当时多亏了舅舅及时处理,否则我将“躲无藏身之处、死无葬身之地”。经过那一场没有做完的噩梦后,我不但没有吸取教训,反而更加迷恋于寻找各种植物的 Breeze blowing the wheat field, set off a wave of wheat, I was immersed in a touch of wheat, I thought: Mai flowers open? - Question mark I often go to the village grandmother to live, where Yishanbangshui, the air exceptionally fresh, It became a good place for me and the wind to chase and exchange flowers and plants. At that time, I always thought that all plants have their own flowers, have their own flowers to accompany it. There are times when the honeycomb as a large plane tree, was thanks to the timely treatment of uncle, otherwise I will “hide without hide, died without a burial ground.” After that nightmare that did not finish, I not only did not learn lessons, but more fascinated by looking for a variety of plants