我试着与树对话,但发现它太古老,太深沉,我和它在一起时总是心怀崇敬,以一种仰视的目光看它;我试着与花对话,但发现它太美丽,太脆弱,我和它在一起时总是心怀爱怜,以一种守护的胸怀保卫着它。于是我选择了草,作为我谈心的对象。它和我竞那么相似。草说,我不是树,也没有树的坚强伟岸。夏天我需 I tried to talk to the tree, but found it too old and too deep. When I was with it I was always reverent and looked at it with a look of upwards; I tried to speak with flowers, but I found it too beautiful, too Fragile, I always feel love and pity when I am with him, and defend it with a guardian heart. So I chose the grass as the object of my talk. It is similar to my competition. The grass said, I am not a tree, nor the strong stalwart of the tree. I need summer