墙角下这簇无人留意的野草,常使我感动得唏嘘不已。这是一个炎热的夏季,持续月余的高温和干旱,使得我生活的这座城市燥热难安。河畔的垂柳蔫了,苗圃的花儿萎了,就连广场上人工种养的草,尽管不时有人喷水,仍显得面黄肌瘦,弱不禁风。当我被暑气所逼,下楼来散散心时,围墙边那株扎根瓦砾、头顶烈日的野草,便定格在我的眼中。 This cluster of unattended weeds in the corner often make me feel very sad. This is a hot summer months, the heat and drought lasting more than a month, making my city live in heat. The weeping willows of the riverside, the flowers of the nurseries wilted, and even the artificial grass cultivated in the square, despite the occasional water jet, still appears pale and fragile. When I was forced by the heat to go downstairs to get out of my heart, I set my eyes in the rubble on the wall and the weeds on the hot sun above it.