从我家住的地方到孩子的学校要路过一片草地,草地里长着许多不知名的小草和一些小树。我每天路过却熟视无睹这大自然赋予的美丽。这就是大人,可能是个子高了,视野也高了、远了。 “妈妈,看!含羞草!”孩子的声音传了过来,我只顾脚步匆匆地赶路;“妈妈,你看……”第三天,我的视线才被孩子执着的声音拉了回来,他满是自豪地说:“你看,我动它……”可小叶片并没有像孩子所说的那样“表演”。“乐乐,快走吧,要迟到了!”孩子的小脸上都是失望,这一景象,深 From my place of residence to my children’s school, I have to cross a field of grass with many unknown grass and some small trees. I pass by every day but turn a blind eye to the beauty of nature. This is an adult, may be tall, high vision, far away. “Mom, look! Mimosa!” The voice of the child came over, I just hurriedly hurry; “Mom, you see ... ...” The third day, my vision was only the child’s persistent voice pulled back, he was full Is proud to say: “You see, I move it ... ...” can be small leaves did not like the children said “performance.” “Lele, go quickly, be late!” The little face of a child is disappointed, this scene, deep