早上,村子还被浓浓的大雾笼罩着的时候,外婆便带我去田野里摘鼠鞠草了。武夷山的春天似乎来得特别早,放眼望去,田野里已是一片绿色。嗅着春风吹来的阵阵草香,外婆指着一丛小草对我说:“韵诗,你看,这些就是鼠鞠草。”我看着那丛鼠鞠草,它们你挨着我,我挨着你,好像把头凑 In the morning, when the village was still covered with heavy fog, my grandmother took me to the field to pick up Judu grass. Spring in Wuyishan seems to come very early, looking ahead, the field is already a green. Smell the spring breeze blowing bursts of grass, grandmother pointing to a bunch of grass said to me: “rhyme poems, you see, these are mouse Ju grass. ” I looked at those Bu Ju Ju grass, they you next I, I next to you, as if to head to lean