家门口的墙角下,生长着几丛野菊。起初,它们不是很引人注目。随着秋天深入,冷风一吹,其他植物便哗啦啦地倒下,只有野菊,反而开得愈加旺盛。随风摇曳时,那膨胀的花朵所流露的金黄色似要晃花人眼,那样小,却清秀,亲密地相依着。乍看,像一个个小太阳,养眼,暖心。它们,在冷色调的当下,活出了自己的精彩,活出了自己的颜色。喜欢这些菊,开得纯净、自然,看似张扬,其实毫无心机,纯粹。唐代元稹的《菊花》中写道:不是花中偏爱菊,此花 Under the corner of the house, grow a few clusters of wild chrysanthemum. At first, they were not very compelling. As the fall deepens and the cold wind blows, other plants fall to the ground with calamities. Only wild chrysanthemums bloom more vigorously. When the wind swayed, the golden yellow flower that bloated flowers seemed to shake flower eyes, so small, but handsome, closely dependent. At first glance, like a small sun, seductive, warm heart. They, in the cold of the moment, live out their own wonderful, live out their own colors. Like these chrysanthemums, open pure, natural, seemingly publicity, in fact, no motivation, purely. Yuan Dynasty in the Tang Dynasty, “Chrysanthemum” wrote: not flowers prefer chrysanthemum, this flower