最早认识年宵花是在大四那年春节。记得那年冬天,特别冷,天空灰蒙蒙的,几乎没有色彩,世间万物似乎都透着寒冷:没有春的朝气蓬勃,没有夏的热辣张扬,没有秋的喜人丰收,冬季,似乎所有的生物都约好了,来个集体大罢工,个个都将自己的美藏在不为人知的角落,只留给人们一副偃旗息鼓的皮囊,搅得人心有些不安,又有些蠢蠢欲动。 The earliest recognition of the annual flower is in the fourth year of the Spring Festival. I remember that winter, especially cold, the sky was gray, almost no color, the world seems to have revealed a cold all things: no spring vibrant, no summer hot publicity, no autumn gratifying harvest, winter, it seems that all the creatures All agreed to a collective strike, all of them will be their beauty hidden in the unknown corner, leaving only a people died of the bladder, stirring the people a bit uneasy, and some just around the corner.