最朴实无华的花是木棉吧，                                    开了一树风来落英纷纷，                                   老于固守的枝干笨拙憨实，                                   屹立在月季戏栀子的秀美中，                                  大姐般的守护稳沉，                                             雨过新鲜蓝紫白里绣红丝丝，                                         值得信赖的颜色，                                                       不轻易攀比，                                                         不落落寡欢，                                                               不把月儿当陪衬，                                                    不在浪漫里阴森，                                                   不在纯白里郁闷。                                                   木棉没有心机的淳实，                                         没有学术的约束，                                                 如太阳东升西落自然曼丽，                                    不认识气质和风度。                                        那些原本亮丽的花朵，                                          在趋炎附势的空气里滋长，                                  如阴天的脾气，                                                        远远的逼走生活的激情，                                       美严孤芳，悄悄萎缩。                                        你纯情几分，                                                        心境白玉一样明丽。