坚强的蓖麻晨风萧瑟,深秋的寒意仿佛利刃直袭每个人的心底。走在路边,突然看见一棵蓖麻,一棵深秋里依然挺立的蓖麻。它红色的杆子努力地擎起手掌一般的叶子;枝丫间,果实业已成熟,壳上布满硬实的刺。已是这个季节,霜泛着冰冷的光泽,草木被打得萎软枯黄,这棵蓖麻却散发出一种坚强的力量,深深地触动了我的心灵。我的童年,就在父亲曾经工作的地方,曾有大片的蓖麻陪伴过我,给我留下深刻印象。 Strong castor morning wind bleak, late autumn chill as if everybody’s heart attack. Walking on the curb, I suddenly saw a castor, a castor still standing in the late autumn. Its red rod struggled to set its hand on the leaves of the palm; between the branches, the fruit was ripe, and the shell was covered with hard thorns. It is already this season, frost glittering with frost, grass and plants were wilted withered yellow, this castor has exudes a strong force, deeply touched my heart. My childhood, just where my father worked, had a large castor accompanied me and left a deep impression on me.