紫云英,像淡紫色的一片夕霞,伞儿一样,轻盈盈的,就落在这有些荒瘠的田地。农人的犁铧一过,紫色的瓣儿齐齐没入泥土,再也寻不到它的影子。它不哭,内心溢出的却是欣慰的笑。这微笑,稻禾懂,若不,一粒种子,赶紧的,就长成一穗饱满沉实的谷子,弯着腰儿,向你招呼。 Violet cloud, like a patch of lilac sunset, umbrella children, light and clear, it landed in some barren fields. The plowshare of the farmer was over, and the purple petals did not reach into the earth, and no longer find its shadow. It does not cry, it is heart overflowing laughter. This smile, paddy Wo understand, if not, a seed, and quickly, grow into a full, full and solid millet, bending waist, greeting you.