一颗牵牛花的种子被风吹到了深深的沟底,因为有肥沃的淤泥,它早早发芽了。当它睁开惺忪的睡眼,看到的只是窄窄的天。它不知道沟外的世界,本能让它努力生长,向着沟顶爬去。终于,它开出了第一朵花,恰好太阳照在它的身上,它笑了;恰好一只野兔跑过来,将它拽了下来,花儿被踏入了污泥,它哭了。 The seed of a morning glory was blown deep into the ditch, because of its fertile silt, which germinated early. When it opened his sleepy eyes, he saw only a narrow sky. It does not know the world outside the ditch, instinct to make it work hard to grow toward the ditch to climb. Finally, it opened its first flower, just as the sun shone upon it, and it laughed; just a hare ran and dragged it down, and the flower was slung into the mud, and it cried.