“最讨厌泥土了,把我的鞋子弄脏了。”“是啊,要是没有泥路该多好啊。”雨中,两个擦鞋女孩在对话。我不由停下了脚步,低头看了看被雨水打湿的泥土,有的被车轮压得凹下去了,有时又被挤得凸起来了,可它毫无怨言,默默承载着车轮儿驶向远方。城市里的人们喜欢在盆里种点花,孩子们喜欢在公园的草地上玩耍,可他们都不喜欢泥土,认为那泥土脏兮兮的,却忘了那些花儿草 “” I hate the soil, dirty my shoes. “” Yeah, it would be nice if there was no muddy road. “” In the rain, the two shoeshine girls are talking. I could not help but stopped, looked down at the soil wet by the rain, and some were depressed by the wheel, and sometimes squeezed convex, but it without complaint, quietly carrying the wheel distance. People in the city like to plant flowers in the basins, children like to play in the park’s grass, but they do not like the soil, they think it’s dirty, but forget the flowers