Flower monologue

Today, the sun is shining, the annual sports meeting is held again, and apart from being shouting at the side, I am sighing about my unsatisfactory physical condition. It seems that the best players on the sports field don't belong to me. I can't get the applause of my classmates. I can't get the teacher's praise. Here, it seems that I don't have much, and I don't have a lot. Mixed with the crowd, I lost the ground and left the stadium, came to Houshan to find a quiet place.

The sun kissed the dense woods, the breeze stroked the green grass, and Yuner played with the creek and played together. Strolling through the forest path, I seem to have forgotten the unpleasantness. I greedily took all the best things - sunshine, breeze, creek, birds, grass, green shades... I sat on the stone bench in the forest and enjoyed With the natural taste, a faint flower scent into the heart and spleen, I squinted in a small tune, could not help but start looking for the faint fragrance in the air, step by step. One does not mind, she! This little guy is not too conspicuous and seems to be a bit shy.

It was a flower growing in the wind, she was not eye-catching, and even neglected. The little white petals became her dance skirt. Although plain, it is not lacking in tenderness. She sways in the wind and stretches in the sun. The faint scent is mixed in the moist air. If you don't deliberately taste it, it seems difficult to find that the enchanting taste comes from her. I looked at her quietly and looked at her. In the vast world of the forest, she seems so small, her life is even unknown, quiet, no one even watching, praise, pay attention to it. She is just a small flower, a small wild flower, a wildflower that seems to be dispensable. However, she is still released.

In the endless grasslands, or on a hillside, looking at the fascinating green, do you still have the mood to watch a wild flower that can't be ordinary again? Spring has water lotus, summer has rose, autumn has a daisy, winter has a plum, and small wild flowers have no graceful gesture, no fascinating color, no sacred fragrance, and some are just one added for nature. Very cool. I feel sad for them, but this little wild flower, through the wind blowing, her singularly quietly brought to my ear, "No need to be sad, no tears, I am about to complete a mission as a flower, although in the end maybe Will disperse with the wind. But I am wonderful, happy, maybe my life is short and people doubt whether they have, but I have no regrets." The monologue of a flower is so simple and direct.

She came with the spring breeze and made the final sprint for her wonderfulness. She is about to release the savings and essence of her life and release it to nature. The first beauty became the last time. After a few days, she began to wither, and the charm of the past became a dying residual flower. As the mother said, beauty is often a moment. As the flower said, when a person has an outdated time, why should he care about it for a short time? The first release, maybe the end of the guitar life, but she is not afraid, she always carries countless warmth, people are moved, shocked, this is an ordinary flower, revealing the natural breath. Stop your steps, don't lick your vision and smell, carefully look at it, smell it, listen to the flower's monologue with your heart, whether you have a faint fragrance of small wild flowers, the color of the vegetarian.

I still looked at it, and my mouth showed a faint smile. Unconsciously, the loss of my heart has disappeared. I think... I can also do something for the games. On the way back to the playground, the footsteps have changed a lot easier.