如锦凉木槿花开了,带着清浅的凉意。每次去看花,都是在黄昏,在微微的细雨中。似乎是为了补偿高原小城春天的极度干旱,这个夏天,雨水格外多,自立夏起,便一直淅淅沥沥没有停过。天气寒凉,俨然薄秋,新买的雪纺衣裙只好束之高阁。蜿蜒湿滑的山道边,种了许多的木槿,葱绿的叶子,细细密密。那绿,在雨水的洗润下,清澈饱和,盈盈然,从叶片里沁出,缓缓流淌在微微的风里。一朵一朵紫红硕大的木槿花,错落有致地从幽绿的叶片间探出头来,安谧静寂地开在薄薄的暮色里,袅袅娉娉,清丽温婉。简直不忍伸手轻抚,生怕稍一触摸,便会让她们染了俗世的气息。 If the brocade broccoli flowers bloom, with a shallow coolness. Every time to see the flowers, are in the evening, in the slight rain. Seems to compensate for extreme drought in the plateau town spring, this summer, especially the rain, self-reliance summer, they have been pattering did not stop. The weather is cold, as if thin autumn, the new chiffon dress had to put it away. Meandering slippery mountain road, planted a lot of hibiscus, lush leaves, dense. That green, under the washing of the rain, clear and saturated, Ying Ying Ran, Qin from the leaves, slowly flowing in the slight wind. A huge purple hibiscus flowers, patchwork from the secluded green leaves stuck his head, quietly and quietly in the thin twilight, curl, graceful and gentle. Just could not bear to stroke, for fear of a touch, they will let them dyed earthly atmosphere.