我总是要想到葵花,一排一排,种在小院门口,是祖母种的。祖母伺弄土地,就像她在鞋面上绣花一样,一针下去,绿的是叶,再一针下去,黄的是花。记忆里的黄花总也开不败。丝瓜、黄瓜是搭在架子上长的。扁扁的绿叶在风中婆娑,那些小黄花,就开在叶间,很妖娆地笑着。南瓜多数是趴在地上长的,长长的蔓,会牵引得很远很远,像对遥远的他方怀了无限向往,蓄着劲儿要追寻了去,在一路的追寻中,绽放大朵大朵黄花。黄得很浓艳,是化不开的晴。 I always want to think of sunflowers, a row of rows, planted in the courtyard door, is the grandmother species. Grandmother teases the land, just as she embraces the upper, with a pin down, the green leaves, and the other pin down, the yellow flowers. The yellow flowers always open undefeated. Loofah, cucumber is a long ride on the shelf. Flat green leaves whirling in the wind, those small yellow flowers, open in the leaves, it is enchanting smile. The pumpkin is lying on the ground for the majority of the long, long vine, will be pulled very far away, like the distant farewell to the other side of his longing, kept struggling to pursue, go all the way in the search, blooming flowers Large yellow flowers. Yellow is very thick, is not open sunny.