秋风挤走了夏天,院子里的花渐渐枯萎,女儿不厌其烦地向萎靡的花枝洒水,然后静静地蹲坐在那里,期待眨眼后花儿恢复娇艳。我什么也没说,我不敢打破她幼小心灵里那份期盼,至少让她经过不懈努力后自己能明白,花儿的枯萎是无法挽回的,或者让她懂得应该更加珍惜盛放时候的美好。 The autumn wind squeezed the summer, the yard’s flowers gradually wither, her daughter tirelessly sprinkle water to the slough of the flowers, and then quietly squatting there, looking forward to blossoming flowers restore beautiful. I did not say anything at all. I was afraid to break the expectation in her young mind. At least let her know by her unremitting efforts that the withering of her flowers is irreparable, or that she should cherish more of her time in full bloom. Beautiful.