初生在天涯,它是不蓄泪的花。转过几条林荫小道,眼前是盛夏的绿影,遍野青翠的掩映下,盛开着纯白的花,花开瓣瓣分明,六片净白。孤花无叶,亦若一株六瓣白荷,未长成之前,它挣不开、逃不开夏草的束缚。春末的风小心翼翼送它来时,卷走了它被哺育的记忆,从记忆中搜索,只有生存的信念在拉扯。六瓣的花,花的间隙很大,容不下一粒细微的沙;雨后的温润,留不住一滴牵挂。 Newborn in the End of the World, it is not tears of flowers. Turn a few boulevards, the immediate green shadow of the summer, covered with green everywhere, in full bloom of white flowers, flowers petals clear, six white. Orchids without leaves, but also if a six white lotus, did not grow into before it can not earn, can not escape the shackles of summer grass. When the late spring wind carefully sent it away, it swept away its nurtured memory, searching from memory, and only the belief in survival was pulling. Flower of the six flowers, the flower of the gap is large, can not tolerate a subtle sand; moist after the rain, could not help but drop a drop of concern.