一天中午,妈妈带我回家,经过小区里的小花园时,我发现草地上开满了粉红色的小花。花儿像小姑娘的胭脂那样鲜艳,真漂亮啊!一阵风吹过,小花摇来摆去,像在参加一场盛大的舞会。傍晚,我和妈妈回来的时候,又碰见了花园里的小花,可是小花的花瓣全都合上了,成了大写的“一”。小花们很没精神地低着头,像受了批评的调皮小孩。我特别奇怪,就问妈妈它们怎么了,妈妈告诉我说小花睡觉了。 One day at noon, my mother took me home, after a small garden in the district, I found the meadow full of pink flowers. The flowers are as vivid and beautiful as the little girl’s rouge! A gust of wind blows and the little flowers shake, like taking part in a grand ball. In the evening, when I came back with my mother, I ran into the small flowers in the garden, but all the petals of the flowers closed and became the upper case. Florets are very headless, like the critically acclaimed naughty child. I was especially weird, and asked Mom what happened to them, and Mom told me that the flower was asleep.