Wild daisy

I often hear people say: "The elves of the mountains are wild chrysanthemums." So every time I saw wild chrysanthemums, my heart was filled with an inexplicable sense of excitement - even though it was just a rare mountain wildflower.

A few degrees of spring breeze, a few winds and rains. When Zhongchun’s sun is softly bathing the earth, the wild chrysanthemums are delightfully revealing a body full of vitality. The slender stems are soft and tough, swaying with the wind; petite petals overflowing with light, yellowish stamens, one Wang Wang's dew is sparkling and delicate, like the tears in the eyes of a girl who is affectionate. It seems to fall and fall, and it is crumbling. There are both Meizhijie and Lanzhizhi, and there are also the elegance of the chrysanthemum and the lotus. Everything is so rich.

This is the wild chrysanthemum, a very ordinary but pleasing mountain wildflower.

At the bottom of the mountain, in the canyon, on the edge of the cliff, at the corner of the cave, in the mine, next to the field, where there is no wild chrysanthemum that is extraordinary and handsome? No matter whether the stars are scattered, they are unique, or spread a few feet, they are not charming, not sad, Ling Lingran has a gentleman's style. Although the land is poor, the sun is lacking, and the environment is bad, the wild chrysanthemums can grow in obscurity and linger on life, because she knows: "To fight against fate, there is endless happiness."

This is the wild chrysanthemum, a kind of wildflowers in the mountains.

The first time I saw wild chrysanthemums, I liked her. I carefully digging two of them to take home, planting beautiful flower pots, fertilizing, watering, disinfesting, weeding, and taking care of meticulously. Grandma said: "The wild chrysanthemums are not living in the pots." I was dubious. A few days later, watching the wild chrysanthemums gradually withered leaves, I suddenly realized that wild chrysanthemums do not covet the superior conditions, she is mourning the birth of her mountain, the freedom of the wind and the rain. In it, I vaguely saw the traditional virtues of the Chinese nation's hardship and simplicity.

This is the wild chrysanthemum - the daughter of nature, the elf of the mountain.