这天早晨,我像往常一样站在窗前,很是惊讶。咦,一粒豆子好久滚进花盆,迎着窗前透进的一缕阳光,冒出了嫩生生的新芽。两只胖嘟嘟小手张开,捧着金色的阳光。一身的阳光味。看着这美景,心里顺畅得很,脑海里忽然一下就滚出许多关于豆子的故事来。有一年夏天我在老家,看过一大片的黄豆花,紫色的花隐在豆叶间。阳光透过叶子偶尔照在紫色的小花上,明暗之间,像是一只只紫色的蝴蝶停在那里。有风吹过来,紫色的花疏疏摇落下来,草地之间 It was astonishment that I stood at the window as usual this morning.咦, a bean for a long time into the pot, facing the ray of sunlight into the window, emerge a tender newborn sprout. Two fat little hand open, holding the golden sunshine. A sunshine flavor. Looked at this beautiful, smooth heart very, my mind suddenly get out a lot of stories about beans. One summer of the year I was at my hometown, I saw a lot of yellow flowers, purple flowers hidden in the leaves between. Occasionally, the sun shines through the leaves on purple flowers, between the light and shade, like a purple butterfly parked there. The wind blew, purple flowers sparsely swayed, between the lawn