上周日我闲暇翻翻画册,被凡·高的一幅油画——《向日葵》深深地吸引,画面上那些挤在一起的葵花辐射着金发,丰富的橘面,挺拔的绿茎,衬托着一片柠檬的背景,呈现出令人心弦震荡的灿烂辉煌,表现出充满希望和阳光的美丽世界。我久久凝视着这些极富灵性的葵花,心底油然泛起一些封尘的往事,也生出一些想法来。在我刚上小学的那年,母亲就教我种向日葵了。春回大地,暖暖的阳光下万物复苏了,母亲便将精心保管的向日葵籽拿出来,挑选籽粒饱满的,插入盛满沙子的盘中,洒上水,盖上湿布,放在锅台后的暖墙边儿,不几日就生出白白的芽儿来,便可以种植了。母亲教我在园边 Last Sunday, I skipped the album for free, and was deeply attracted by a painting of Van Gogh - “Sunflower”. The sunflowers that shone together on the picture radiate blond hair, rich orange noodles, and tall and straight green stems. With a lemon background, showing a brilliant splendid and exciting, showing a beautiful world full of hope and sunshine. I have long gazed at these extremely spiritual sunflowers, my heart filled with some dust sealed the past, but also gave birth to some ideas. In the year I was in primary school, my mother taught me to sunflower. Spring back to the earth, everything in the warm sun revitalized, the mother took the carefully preserved sunflower seeds out, pick full of grain, insert the dish filled with sand, sprinkle with water, cover with a damp cloth, placed behind the pot Warm wall edge, a few days to give birth to the white bud children, they can be planted. Mother taught me by the garden