“花是有生命的,那天爸爸给我买了一个足球,我在草地上踢足球,不小心,把花踩扁了。当我回头看时,花朵静静地上升着被踩扁的身体,就像一个人被打倒慢慢爬起来一样,所以,花是有生命的。”白青加还记得那天早晨,挂在花和草上的露水珠,一闪一闪,像珍珠也像铃铛。嗖,一脚,球落在花里,一堆小露珠 “Flower is a living, my father bought me a football that day, I play football on the grass, accidentally, flattened the flower.When I looked back, the flower quietly stepped on the flattened body , As if a person is slowly beaten up, so the flower is alive. ”Bai Qingjia remembered the dewdrop hanging on the flower and grass that morning, twinkling like a pearl Bells Whoosh, kick, the ball fell in the flowers, a bunch of small dew