阳台上的一盆花不知为何变得萎靡不振,叶子枯黄,疲惫的身子软绵绵地垂到了泥土上。它旁边的几株小草却显得十分亢奋,自从它们破土而出就一刻不停地生长着,高高地昂着头,谁也不放在眼里。它们还会兴奋地摇几下胳膊迎接吹来的微风,可是弱小的花儿只把这看成无声的恐吓,将头埋得更低。我每天都蹲下来给它们浇水,却总发现小草一天天地比花儿更加 I do not know why the potted flowers on the balcony became daunting, the leaves were yellow and the weary body fell softly onto the soil. A few grassy plants next to it appeared extremely excited, and they were growing ever since they were made of soil. They would also be excited to shake their arms a few times to welcome the breeze blowing, but the weak flowers only see this as a silent intimidation, the head buried lower. I crouch down every day to give them water, but always found the grass a day more than flowers