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在故乡,童年有很多的敬畏。打碗花,我们一般是不敢触摸的,生怕它身上附着的咒语应验了。打碗花,又名兔耳草,酷似牵牛花,粉色、浅紫色居多。蜿蜒在草丛中,或伸着小触须攀缘上篱笆墙,边走边开。一路吹着喇叭,嘀嘀嗒,挺喜庆的。但不知为何,大人们说:摸了它会打碗的。因此,孩子们小心翼翼,只远观近看,不敢伸手触摸。在院落的僻静处,在郊外的田野里,它们无处不在,热烈奔放
In my hometown, childhood has a lot of awe. Playing bowls, we generally can not touch, for fear that the body attached to the spell fulfilled. Playing a bowl of flowers, also known as rabbit ear grass, exactly like morning glory, pink, light purple mostly. Meandering in the grass, or stretching the small tentacles climbing the fence, walked open. Whistling all the way, ticking tick, very festive. But I do not know why, adults say: touched it will fight the bowl. Therefore, children cautiously, only far-sighted look, afraid to reach out to touch. In the courtyard of the secluded place, in the fields outside the countryside, they are everywhere, warm and imaginative