Let faith blossom

Born in a small spray basin, you are not willing to curl up, you stretch the roots deep into the earth, absorb the sweet spring, you breathe the breath of life to the vortex of the universe, you smile with your head up, you firmly believe that you will open The most beautiful flowers.

On a stormy day, I tried to move you into the house, but I failed. Your roots have protruded from the bottom of the flower pot and firmly grasped the mother's chest. This is telling me: "What is the pain in the side of my mother?" Is it? With a strong belief, you have broken through the artificial cage and constantly absorbed the nutrition with the will, and you swear: to return to the best in the world.

The coldness in the rain, the loneliness in the night, the roasting of the hot sun, you have experienced it. You have been stunned when the beautiful butterfly flies away, but for your own declaration, you are sticking to your own attachment.

When the yellow leaves are no longer flying, you will contribute all of your savings for a year, the light blue, the meager and transparent autumn air is full of the fragrance of chrysanthemum, you still smile, like the mythical Snow White It is like a bride who is full of blush before marrying, just like the golden hope in the heart is flying...

I was shocked, how much wind and rain, how much after the hardship. You finally realized your promise. In this ethereal autumn, who can deny that this is not the best?

On the long road of life, who did not pledge in the heart? Was it still clear after a few hardships?

My sister's bright eyes, the younger brother's shoulders, the mother's whitening hair and the silky lines on her broken coat in the north wind smothered my heart. For me, they lost everything they deserved. I am embarrassed for my own weakness, but Ju told me that when it is not yet embarrassing, the belief must last until the end!

I was woken up, and I took the courage and made great strides toward the belief in my heart. I want to turn my own request into the best offer. In the air containing the chrysanthemum, the song of Haizi came:

Walking on the road, singing,

The wind blows through the hills,

The front is the boundless sky...

This chrysanthemum and songs have penetrated into my heart forever.