下班路上,不断有人提了新摘的艾草回家,鲜绿绿的一袋子,羡慕得忍不住拈了一朵,撩着鼻子一路嗅回家去,仿佛吸了一春清清淡淡的雨。艾草绿茸茸的,嫩拙的小秆,举着三两枚叶柄,末梢再舒出几掌羽叶,钩着一波三叠的叶齿,抚着它,就像握着一阕小令。艾是琐细的,它长在春天的草滩上、田畈头,没有妖娆的形体和艳丽的颜色,但它颀长的颈子,低眉颔首,绒毫霜白,一袭淡衣,有不尽的清脱之气。 On the way to get off work, some people kept asking people to pick up the newly-picked wormwood home, and the bag of bright green green could not help but envy could pick up a piece, licking the nose all the way to sniff go home, as if sucked a light rain of a clear spring . Wormwood grassy, ​​tender little stalk, holding thirty-two petiole, the tip and then out several palm feather leaves, hooked a wave of Triassic leaf teeth, caressing it, like holding a small order. Ai is trivial, it grows in the spring on the beach, Tian Kuai Tou, no enchanting body and bright colors, but it is a long neck, eyebrows, hair velvet white, dressed in pale clothing, there is not enough The clear gas