窗台上的水仙花开了,花瓣米白,花蕊嫩黄,每一朵都像盛了一窝阳光。女人拿起喷壶细细地给花浇水,丝丝缕缕的花香在女人身前身后萦绕。女人喜欢花,尤其喜欢水仙花。女人家的小院子一年四季花红柳绿,春色不断。村里的人总在背后说女人,一个庄稼人哪来那么多闲心,是她自己心里长草了吧?女人不管这些,为啥庄稼人的日子就得是灰突突的呢? The daffodils on the windowsill were opened, the petals were white and the flowers were bright yellow. Each one was like a sunshine. Woman picked up the watering can carefully to the flowers, the fishes plume of flowers linger behind the woman’s body. Women love flowers, especially daffodils. Women’s small yard all year round flowers red and green, spring constant. The people in the village always say that a woman, a crop of people who come to so much free time, is her own heart long grass, right? Women regardless of these, why the day of the crop workers have to be sudden and unexpected?