泥土把美丽的色彩给了花朵,而保持着自己的质朴。当人们向盛开的美丽花朵喝彩时,被冷落的泥土却依旧默默地躲在鲜花的下面,依然无怨无悔地为鲜花供给着养分,它为鲜花的灿烂而欣慰。虽然它没有喝彩声,更没有荣誉和地位,但是它却觉得自己是幸福的。人不也是如此吗?在一个深秋的风 The soil gave beautiful flowers to the flowers while maintaining their own simplicity. When people applaud the blooming beautiful flowers, the deserted soil still silently hides under the flowers. It still provides nutrients for the flowers with no regrets and no regrets. It is gratifying for the splendor of the flowers. Although it has no cheers and no honor or status, it feels happy. Isn’t that true? In a late autumn wind