我爱牵牛花。每到牵牛花盛开的时节,目睹它的娇艳与简洁,便情不自禁地想起儿时与小玩伴们一起,在开满牵牛花的树丛、篱笆间追逐嬉戏的场景,还有那扯开嗓门齐声欢唱的童谣:牵牛花,像喇叭,吹起喇叭嘀嘀嗒……这可爱的小喇叭,伴我踏着岁月的脚步,走过人生路上的成功与困惑、荣誉与遗憾、喜悦与纠结,半个多世纪的时光悄然而逝……独处一隅时,花季时代的天真与梦想,青春岁月的 I love morning glory. Every Morning Glory blooming season, witnessed its tenderness and simplicity, can not help but think of childhood together with the little friends, in the morning glory of the trees, the fence chasing playful scenes, and that rip Voice singing in unison nursery rhyme: morning glory, like a horn, blowing a horn tick tick ... ... this cute trumpet, with my marching footsteps, walking through the success and confusion of life, honor and regret, joy And tangled, quietly passing away more than half a century ...... When solitude, the innocence and dream of the flowering period, youthful years