回家的路上,瞧见道旁卖小盆栽的老伯,戴着圆形的石头镜,拿着一杆已经去了漆的老烟锅,坐在花草的中央望着过路的人群。他面前的盆栽花叶各异,大多数我都叫不上名字来。这些花远观上去,略似小里小气,但驻足静观,却各有各的神气。其中一株海棠最为抢眼,花开得团团簇簇,冷红娇艳,仿若迎风解意,让人暖意盈怀。 On his way home, he saw an old man selling potted plants near the road, wearing a round stone mirror and holding an old lacquer pan that had gone to paint. He was sitting in the middle of the flowers and grass watching the passing crowd. Potted flowers in front of him different, most of the names I can not call. These flowers go far, slightly stingy, but stop quietly, but each has its own spirit. One of the most Begonia is eye-catching, blossomed in clusters, red and tender, as if wind and waves, people warm Yingying.