一棵墻縫上的小草

1、本文格式為Word版，下載可任意編輯 一棵墻縫上的小草 我不知道這株小草是如何長(zhǎng)到這里的。是開初壘墻的時(shí)候混進(jìn)了一粒種子？是一陣風(fēng)兒吹來一粒種子？還老鼠偷竊的時(shí)候捎來了這粒種子？沒有人知道。但是我卻真誠(chéng)懇切地看到，這堵磚墻背陰的一面、大約一米五高的這條墻縫里長(zhǎng)出了一株小草，不是很繁茂，但是很堅(jiān)固，看上去。 I dont know how the grass got here. Did you get a seed when you were on the wall? Is it a wind that blows a seed? Did you bring this seed when the

2、 rat stole it? No one knows. But I can see that there is a grass growing in the shadow of the brick wall, which is about one meter and five high. It is not very lush, but it is very strong and looks like it. 我每天都要經(jīng)過這堵墻下面的小路，一向沒有察覺它的存在，突然看到它時(shí)，它已經(jīng)挺大了，傾斜著身子，把根緊緊地?cái)D進(jìn)墻縫，葉子就這么懸殊在那里?？吹剿鼤r(shí)我吃了一驚，這長(zhǎng)得像山野黃毛丫頭一樣的小

3、東西是靠什么活著的呢？墻并沒有風(fēng)化，只是那條磚縫里的水泥掉了指甲大一小塊，這就能夠活命嗎？ I have to pass the path under the wall every day, but I havent found it. When I saw it suddenly, it was quite big. I leaned over and squeezed the root tightly into the wall gap, where the leaves were so different. When I saw it, I was shocked. What does

4、this little thing like a mountain girl live on? The wall is not weathered, but the cement in the brick joint has dropped a small piece of nail. Can it live? 是的，它活著，而且是從一粒來路不明的種子經(jīng)過孕育、萌芽、長(zhǎng)大的。更令人驚異的是，不久它儼然開出了一朵小小的花兒，豆粒兒那么大，白色的小花瓣，淡黃色的蕊?？吹剿鼤r(shí)，我四下張望，想看一看支撐它生命的水源到底在哪里。沒有，那確定是空氣中的水分滋潤(rùn)了它這樣也能活下來嗎？真是不成思議！ Yes,

5、 it is alive, and it has been bred, germinated and grown from a seed of unknown origin. Whats more amazing is that it soon produced a small flower, which is as big as beans, with small white petals and pale yellow pistil. When I saw it, I looked around to see where the water source supporting its li

6、fe was. No, it must be the moisture in the air that moistens it - can it survive? Its incredible! 你，在這里，想做什么呢？我試圖與之舉行一次對(duì)話，悵然它不是童話里的小姑娘，也不是傳聞中的仙女鬼妹，它只顧自己活著，開著不起眼的小花，可能花蕊里還做著一個(gè)不能為外人言說的美夢(mèng)我又一次詳察四周，沒有找到一株與之同類的花草，只有一棵梧桐的老枝橫過它的上方，探到墻的另一邊去了。我知道它是孤獨(dú)的，而且分外落莫。 What do you want to do here? I tried to have a con

7、versation with it, but its not the little girl in the fairy tale, nor the fairy ghost sister in the legend. It only cares about its own life, with small flowers, maybe theres a dream that cant be said for others in the pistil I looked around again and found no flower like grass. Only one old branch

8、of Wutong crossed the top of the tree and went to the other side of the wall. I know its lonely and very lonely. 我察覺它的時(shí)候它就這么大。鋸齒形的葉子，一共七片，每片葉子比柳葉略小一點(diǎn)，外觀有一層細(xì)細(xì)的絨毛； 七片葉子拼成一個(gè)圓形的圖案，中間就是微微伸出來的花莖。經(jīng)過了春天、夏天、秋天，它還是那么大，我不知道是說它永遠(yuǎn)不老好，還是說它永遠(yuǎn)長(zhǎng)不大好。 It was that big when I found it. There are seven serrated leaves in

9、 total, each of which is slightly smaller than the willow leaf, with a thin layer of fluff on the surface; the seven leaves are combined into a round pattern, and the middle is a slightly protruding flower stem. After spring, summer and autumn, its still so big. I dont know whether its good to say i

10、ts never old or its never good to say its never long. 春旱的時(shí)候，好多草木都蔫蔫的。那首“情深深雨蒙蒙”歌曲分外流行的那段日子里，我曾經(jīng)帶了一只眼藥水瓶給它澆過幾次水，察覺它并沒有絳株仙草的靈性，澆水前沒有干死的跡象，澆水后也并不見得精神多少?？磥硎俏姨宰鞫嗲榱耍皇橇置妹?，它的前世可能只是一個(gè)村姑。秋天到來的時(shí)候，萬木都在凋零，它貌似還沒感覺到寒冷即將到臨，只是葉子的邊緣泛出一圈暗紅色?；ㄊ窃缇筒灰娏?。白露為霜之后，就是白雪飄飄。我外出了幾天，等我再次經(jīng)過它們身邊，察覺它已經(jīng)軟軟地掛在了磚縫上已經(jīng)凍死了。一次寒冷的冬季，對(duì)我來說，可能

11、只是一次平常的體驗(yàn)，對(duì)那些正常生長(zhǎng)的草木來說，也不過是一場(chǎng)睡得踏實(shí)的長(zhǎng)夢(mèng)； 當(dāng)春風(fēng)再次吹來，我會(huì)背著新一圈年輪轉(zhuǎn)著并無多大變更的圈子，全體的草木也會(huì)踏入新的輪回，再一次譜寫綠色的歌謠。這株倔強(qiáng)的小草也會(huì)長(zhǎng)出新的芽?jī)簛韱幔?During the spring drought, many plants wilted. During the period when the song love is deep and rainy was very popular, I took an eye medicine bottle and watered it several times. I found t

12、hat it didnt have the spirit of crimson fairy grass. Before watering, there was no sign of dying. After watering, it didnt have much spirit. It seems that Im too amoro()us. Its not sister Lin. its past life may be just a village maid. When autumn comes, thousands of trees are withering. It seems tha

13、t it has not felt the cold coming, but the edge of the leaves is a circle of dark red. Flowers are long gone. After the White Dew is frost, the snow is floating. I went out for a few days, and when I passed by them again, I found that it had been hanging softly on the cracks of the bricks - frozen t

14、o death. A cold winter, for me, may be just a common experience, for those plants that grow normally, its just a long dream of sleeping soundly; when the spring wind blows again, I will carry a new circle of rings and rotate the circle without much change, and all the plants will step into a new cyc

15、le, and compose a green ballad again. Does this stubborn grass grow new buds? 帶著這種奇怪，每天經(jīng)過時(shí)，我都要看一看這株陪伴了我一年的枯草，夢(mèng)想它在某個(gè)早晨能夠睡醒，能夠再陪我走過春夏秋冬。悵然沒有。春雨過了，百花開了，蟬兒在枝頭高聲地唱著屬于它們的歌兒，那株小草還是干燥地吊在磚縫里，沒有一點(diǎn)復(fù)蘇或重生的跡象。 With this curiosity, every day when I pass by, I will have a look at the withered grass that accompanies

16、 me for a year. I hope that it can wake up in the morning and walk with me through spring, summer, autumn and winter again. Unfortunately not. After the spring rain, the flowers are blooming, cicadas are singing their songs loudly in the branches. The grass is still hanging dry in the cracks of the

17、brick, without any sign of recovery or rebirth. 一個(gè)夕陽滿天的入夜，我一個(gè)人踽踽地走過那段磚墻，不再去看那株小草，我知道它的生命已經(jīng)過去，沒有什么可以把它喚回來。就在我與之擦肩而過的時(shí)候，突然察覺地上長(zhǎng)出了幾株小草，和墻上的小草一模一樣，只是長(zhǎng)得更加滋潤(rùn)、更加茁壯啊，原來你在這里！我欣喜若狂，但是隨即就明白：它們已經(jīng)不是墻上的那株小草，墻上那株照舊干燥地掛在那里，這幾株是它的后代。原來生命竟是如此神秘，我以為孤獨(dú)落莫的那株小草，竟然做出了這般宏偉的事情，自己忍受了艱辛與孤苦，卻讓后代落在了肥沃的土壤里。它創(chuàng)造了一個(gè)家族！我不知道這些小草未來的命運(yùn)

18、，但我相信，只要它們繼承了母親的血脈，就確定會(huì)繁衍成一片璀璨的天地！ One sunset evening, I walked alone through the brick wall, no longer to see the grass, I know its life has passed, there is nothing to call it back. As I passed by as like as two peas, I suddenly noticed that there were several grass growing on the ground, just like the grass on the wall, but they grew more moist and stronger. I was overjoyed, but then I knew that they were not the grass on the wall, and the one on the wall was still hanging there dry. These were its descendants. It turns out that life is so magical. I think the lonely gra