在暗含悲秋的气氛里,我的眼前突然一亮,是一篮金色的野菊立在路边。其实,她不必用清香唤我,我也会停下车子(我坐在一个轮椅上),在她的身边静静地站一会儿。我要告诉她,不用躲闪城市的目光,所有阳台上的花朵和路边那些夏花,都在妒嫉她泉水一样的清纯。野菊,当其它姐妹们即将收起彩羽时,她的花苞憋足了劲儿,开花时,令大地猛地一震,一片金黄铺满山野。她平时与小草为伍,小草一直是 Implicit in the autumn atmosphere, my eyes suddenly bright, is a basket of golden wild chrysanthemum standing on the roadside. In fact, she does not have to call me with fragrance, I will stop the car (I am sitting in a wheelchair), standing quietly beside her for a while. I want to tell her not to dodge the glare of the city. All the flowers on the balcony and the summer flowers on the curb are envious of her pure spring. Wild chrysanthemums, when other sisters are about to pick up the color feathers, her bud breezed enough effort, blossom, so that the earth suddenly startled, a golden covered mountains. She usually with the grass, the grass has always been