十月,寒风中,你一如既往地尽情开放。田间路旁,房前屋后,一簇簇,一丛丛;像眼睛,像星星。撒满高原的每个角落。你的颜色真绚烂!可谁又曾知道:在百花争奇斗艳的春天,人们的目光一次次在那些桃花、梨花、杏花之间流连忘返,留下一串串赞美之词。而那时的你,只是一株并不起眼的蒿草 In October, in the cold wind, you will continue to enjoy the open as always. On the roadside of the field, behind the front of the house, there is a cluster, a cluster; like eyes, like stars. Every corner of the shaman plateau. Your color is splendid! But who once knew that: In the spring of flowers and flowers, people’s eyes lingered again and again between those peach, pear, and apricot flowers, leaving a series of words of praise. And at the time, you were just an inconspicuous wormwood