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Even if the wind and rain are shaking, I will stand proudly and openly, just because I am a flower, for the sake of dreams, overcome difficulties, and bravely advance. --Inscription

On the weekend, I just got out of the sea and walked downstairs to the community. As soon as I wandered around the building, I was shocked.

The eyes are clear and straight to the bottom of my heart.

What kind of tree bauhinia is it! The sun shone gently on the trees, causing the leaves to shimmer. And that tree has white flowers, or shyly hides in the leaves after the vegetarian makeup, faint smile; or shake off the dress, and generously invites the pet, a show of Fanghua, singing and dancing.

This tree is white, but I love the one that is in full bloom. When it comes to this flower, I prefer to use "her" instead of "it". She seems to be a deep beautiful girl thousands of years ago, pretty fresh, not kitsch. Like the first breeze in the middle of April, the first touch of the moon, through the wind and rain of time, inhabits a flower tree, smashes the wishes of past lives, makes a white flower, blooms in the branches, looks at the world, clever Laughing Qian. She has five feathery petals, in the middle of the middle of the piece, there is a touch of yellowish vines along the veins, like a beautiful lupin. The smoke of this March is what she fanned out, no wonder all with a touch of floral fragrance!

Inadvertently, I saw a dry bud behind her. This young little bud, yet to enjoy the beauty of life, how to give up the life of a thousand dollars!

I sighed and went home. At lunch time, suddenly heavy rain, lightning and thunder. Shocking.

Fortunately, the rain stopped very quickly. After the meal, I pushed open the window to enjoy the breath after the rain. I didn't mean it, my heart was cold. That tree is fragrant, and it turns into a residual flower. Every piece of wreckage is so squinting, piercing, falling into the mud, no longer innocence. Going closer, I almost screamed out - she is still standing proud! This flower is sublimated in my heart, no longer just beautiful, more stubborn and persevering.

The breeze hit, and the clouds came to see the sun. The first sunshine after the rain was vented to me and her with the damp air. I took out the camera and fixed the beauty forever. The sun made her dress slightly transparent, and the raindrops in early spring gave her a softer, more beautiful and moving. I smacked my feet and scented a little scent into the body and spread it all over the body. What I feel is only beautiful.

I realize. In fact, we are the flowers of this tree. Some of them were complacent when they first succeeded. They were unwilling to work hard to grow up, gave up the opportunity to turn into a butterfly, and gradually dried up; some insisted on achieving beauty, but they failed to resist setbacks and could not stand the storm. Only a short-lived, it fell into the mud, stained with smudges; while others silently adhered to it, did not touch the smug, stubbornly resisted the blow of fate, and turned the tribulation as a stepping stone to the peak, ushered in Nirvana, and achieved a beautiful and exciting heart. !

If you want to make a flower, you must have the hardships of making leaves and continually craving, absorbing, absorbing, and digesting nutrients. You must be humble, low-key, and be good at yourself, strive to advance, and strive for a higher level; A very high "frustration business", overcome difficulties and go forward.

As long as we are brave and good at making progress and fighting hard, there will always be one day, facing the sea and spring blossoming.

The second day of Yinghua School, Zengcheng, Guangzhou, Guangdong: Xie Wei