我有一块方方正正的天空。我的双脚伸入一个花坛里。我是一棵圈养在城市里的树。其实也不能称之为圈养,我并不像一楼老奶奶院里那盆小小的凤仙花,没人给它浇水就活不成,怎么长都只是小小的一株。我的花坛不大,长着杂草,但我是吸着它的营养,饮着雨水长大的。我倒不羡慕凤仙花,也不觉得自己没人照料很可怜。前两日那个老奶奶死了,没人浇水的凤仙枯了,死了。有些可惜。凤仙 I have a square sky. My feet stretch into a flower bed. I am a tree captive in the city. In fact, can not be called captive, I do not like a small grandmother on the first floor of a small basin impatiens, no one can not live to water it, how long are only a small one. My flower bed is not large, with weeds, but I was sucking its nutrition, drinking rain grew up. I do not envy impatiens, do not think I did not care very poor. The first two days of the grandmother died, no one watering phoenix fairy dead, dead. Some pity. Impatiens