几场秋雨,故乡那漫山遍野的小蒜疯了似地长起来。你看,那路边、渠旁、原野上、空地里……-这儿一丛,那儿一簇,精神抖擞地在秋风中摇曳。小蒜,在我眼里,这是种很特别的植物。也许是乡情的缘故吧,甚至我觉得它有些神奇无需耕种,无需栽培,更无需照管,只要有土壤的地方,它便见缝插针,生长得蓬蓬勃勃,郁郁葱葱,密密匝匝。然而,更可贵的是无论任人翻覆、铲除,还是牛羊践踏、啃食,它都顽韧倔强,年复一年,日复一日,遍布故乡的沟沟坎坎,默默无 A few autumn rains, the hometown of all kinds of wild garlic grow up crazy. You see, that side of the road, next to the canal, the field, the open space ... ... - Here a cluster, there a cluster, full of energy swaying in the autumn wind. Garlic, in my eyes, this is a very special plant. Perhaps it is the nostalgia of the sake of it, and even I think it some magic without cultivation, no cultivation, no care, as long as there is soil, it will see the pin, grow thriving, lush, dense turn. However, even more valuable is that no matter overturning, eradicating, or cattle and sheep trampling, eating, it is stubborn stubborn, year after year, day after day, all over the ditch in Hom, humble