种瓜,有花有叶有实,很诱惑人。春天,孩子找来了几粒种子,颜色土黄,状如小指甲,表皮网络凸起,全不似冬瓜、西瓜、南瓜的籽儿。它到底能结什么瓜,是一个迷离的梦。不管!想想来日瓜棚下收获的喜悦,我就赶忙在院角播了。瞧,小生命伸开油绿的巴掌,拱破地皮儿了!我的心也随着膨胀起来。那些日子,在潇潇春雨里,我谛听它细长身肢舒展的声音;在盛夏的薰风里, Melons, flowers have leaves, it is tempting. Spring, the child brought a few seeds, color yellow, like small nails, epidermal network bulge, all like melon, watermelon, pumpkin seeds. What it melts in the end is a blurred dream. Regardless of the joy of reaping the harvest under the canopy in the coming day, I quickly broadcast in the courtyard. Look, little life spread out the green palm, arch broken the earth! My heart also expanded with it. Those days, in the Xiaoxu Chunyu, I listen to it slender body stretch sound; in the summer of the Kaoru style,