南瓜的花,不绚丽也不出众,它就静静地伫立在家中厨房的窗台上——那唯一一个能看清路上行人的窗台上。花谢了又开,但那执着的伫立却另有一番道理。“妈,我又要迟到了!”刚打量了下时钟,我又禁不住大喊一声。厨房里沾满水汽,雾气缭绕,我一下子扎了进去,转身出来时,嘴里多了两个包子。二话不说穿起鞋,匆忙背上书包。一双手递来红 Pumpkin flower, not beautiful or not outstanding, it quietly stands on the windowsill in the kitchen of the house - the only one can see the pedestrian windowsill on the road. Thanks to the flower again opened, but that standing still has another reason. “Mom, I’m late again!” Just looked at the clock, I could not help shouting. The kitchen was covered with water vapor, mist-filled, I suddenly got into it, turned around, his mouth more than two buns. Apart from anything to wear shoes, hurried back bag. Handed a red hand