校园里许多的凌霄,并没有爬到花架子上去。那些爬到了地上的,我叫她紫葳。其实他们没有不同,我只是觉得,如果地上的也叫她“凌霄”,实在是一种伤害。夏末,这一地锈红的“紫葳”总是让人怜爱。她的确没有什么耀眼的光泽,可她的质感却是无可比拟的。花的顶端五块短短的裂片总有点歪歪扭扭,却也注定了没有两朵紫葳是一样的。 Many Xiao Ling on the campus did not climb to the shelves. Those who climbed to the ground, I called her purple. In fact, they are not different. I just think that if the ground also called her “Ling Xiao,” it is really a kind of injury. At the end of the summer, the purplish red “purple” is always loving. She really does not have a dazzling sheen, but her texture is unparalleled. The five short lobes at the top of the flower are always a bit crooked, but they are also doomed to be the same without two purple clams.