Stone seam survival

The spring breeze blew the river, waking up the grass, and blowing the green buds. Under the breeze of the spring breeze, the blue brocade-like river, with a layer of slight ripples, like the little girl, the water spirit, the blue crystal crystal scorpion. She is so soft, just like my mother's hand stroking my face. But a grain of grass was brought here by this gentle spring breeze - in the slit of a stone.

It is surrounded by a frozen world. It is eager to see the blue sky, but the boulder obstructs its view; it is longing to return to the earth, but it can't move. It is facing the boundless darkness, only its own, only its own...

It once hated the gentle spring breeze to bring himself here, but it didn't help. It has also been confused, I don't know how to be good. It thinks, maybe you will die here, maybe you will really die here.

But it is not reconciled, not willing to give up, it is screaming. It tried to breathe the air that penetrated through the slits. It tried to find support and finally found a mass of sand near it. It buried itself in, waited for a long time, maybe one day, maybe one year. Finally, a small life broke out of the shell. It stretched its delicate roots, avoiding the sharp edges of the stone and climbing along the narrow stone gap.

Finally, its head came out of the stone and grew the yellow leaves. It looked at the world, the sky was dark, and the wind became dark. In the four miles, I only heard the sound of a whistling wind and the snoring of thousands of grasses that were torn by the wind. "Boom." A sudden thunderous alarm frightened it. It swayed and seemed to be shaking. With the lead of the first thunder, the thunder was suddenly intensive. The thunder rang, the heavy rain fell wildly from the sky, and the darkness of the sky was like a collapse. Would it be impossible to break the Milky Way in the sky?

It doesn't have a trace of timidity, but I am afraid that it will be able to withstand such a big baptism in the beginning, the yellow, and the seemingly thin.

It turns out that it is - it has passed.

It allowed the raindrops of the beans to linger on their tender bodies, letting the black wind raging back and forth. But the big raindrops don't wear its stubbornness, and this black whirlwind keeps its delicate roots!

It grows fearless and fearless, grows in adversity, and becomes more tenacious.

After the rain, there was a rainbow in the distance.

Jiangsu Wuxi Binhu District Shuofang Middle School 2nd: Yiqing QSY