骤雨袭来,沉甸甸的花苞兀自低垂着头,泛黄的叶缘打着卷,一副无精打采的样子。窗外雨声潺潺,不绝于耳,我的思绪纷乱起来。三日前,母亲买来这株牵牛花,当时我还不屑一顾地笑笑,说这花平庸俗气,怎能与那纯洁冷艳的茉莉相比呢?如今,所有的不屑全化为深切的同情,我不禁喃喃自语:“你让我该怎么办,我的牵牛花?” Squall rains, heavy flower buds bowed his head from the bow, the yellow leaves edge of the name of the volume, a listless look. Gurgling rain outside the window, endless, my thoughts chaos together. Three days ago, my mother bought this plant morning glory, when I also disdain smile, saying that this flower mediocre cheesy, how can it compare with that pure and glamorous jasmine? Now, all the disdain for the deepest Sympathy, I can not help but mutter: “What do you do to me, my morning glory?”