The speed of tomorrow - reading "Peach Tree of Xiaobing"

Walking on the shore of the lake, the water is swaying. The breeze smashed, and it evoked my white dress, and looked up slightly. I accidentally found the peach petals in the air and danced like a butterfly. Slightly touching the "Peach Tree of the Little Soldier" in his hand, he began to slowly bring the peach blossom into my dream.

The peach-like teenagers of that era left their footprints on the battlefield with a little sensibility. Perhaps the one that gives them the most power is the invisible peach tree. This group of small soldiers is a peach tree planted in history, and each piece of peach petals depicts their red story.

Time has passed one spring after another, the flowers are blooming, the peach trees of the soldiers are still strong, and the peach blossoms are still beautiful.

In the autumn, the blossoming flowers are falling, and the falling peach blossoms are flying in the air by the power of the wind. They use the strings of the air to play the beautiful music without sound. Each soldier is a note, and each story is a song. The invisible peach tree quietly composes the movement belonging to the soldier. The air never stopped flowing, and the red story of the soldiers never ended.

The birds fly for the sky, the white clouds run for the world, and the peach blossoms bloom for the soldiers. Historical gears will engrave names for them, and perhaps their names are unknown. I am willing to write down their names with heart, and then let the wind send to the sky, giving a blue sky belonging to the soldiers...

Wait until one day we are getting old, and when we have one day, we are both white, and the story of the peach trees in the corner is longer and taller, and the longer and stronger. It always dedicate a piece of peach to the world, and it always gives a hint of spring breeze to the pink...

When the breeze is no longer blowing, when the white clouds are no longer running, when the air is no longer flowing, the pink is still able to bloom quietly after the baptism of history.

The story of the soldier is slowly becoming a part of history. The peach tree gives us hope to write a new history. When the breeze smashes again, please shake the peach blossoms and create the speed of tomorrow.

The third middle school of Zhanjiang City, Xiashan District, Zhanjiang, Guangdong, China: ___cutting nails