Love is a quiet bloom flower

The fine snow is light, and it is smothered by the lips and teeth. Recalling the disaster a few years ago, I felt that the flower of love on the snow particles quietly bloomed...

That day, I flipped through the newspaper and looked at the scene of a faint sorrow, and there was something in my heart that was blocked by death—so the natural disasters, really, really happened in Wenchuan, not far away. Look at the painful shackles of the green and tender bamboo, see the broken foundation of the building, and see the compatriots on the land of China experience the havoc of the human world, the heart is full of loneliness...

Why, such a tragedy will fall on the innocent people? Why, the children of my age have become sacrifices for disaster! Again and again, the tragedy was cold and relative. I quickly turned to the next page and finally saw a sun shining on the sly land. The song seemed to purify the soul. "Life and death, where is your dream?" Thinking about life, the sky has lost its beauty, but you are waiting for the dream to stand up tomorrow. Your cry is engraved in my blood, life and death, I wait for your message for a few seconds, believe that life is endless, breathe with your prayers... ..."

More beautiful, more touching statements! Carrying the taste of the sun, the taste of love, the taste of love... "Wenchuan! Where are you? Dear compatriots... Where are you? We must find you! Find you! Find you!"

Vaguely, a few raindrops fell gently to the affected area, really, I can see. Our beloved Premier Wen is sobbing and please believe: "As long as there is a glimmer of hope, we must do our best." Our most heroic airborne soldiers, for their sacred missions and duties, used the written suicide note as a parachute from four thousand. The high altitude of the sky decided to drift to the disaster area. Our strongest Marines are eager to make a life like a seed, and they have to use their fingers to dig a blue sky. There are so many people who drive the cold machine, flatten the cold, and plant the seeds of love... I really see that love spreads in the land of our abundance. I really heard the cry of love - "My husband is a doctor, he is saving others." "Dear baby, if you can live, you must remember that I love you." "I am my baby." Mom, I am also the mother of the baby in the disaster area."...

At that moment, I could see that a very beautiful flower stretched out the petals and opened up in the heart.

The phone rang, and the mother’s excited voice came from the ear: “My bread has already been sent, and I will be able to go to the disaster area soon!” “Yes! Great!”

. . . What seems to be quietly broken, that love is rooted in a softness - she was not only in the heart of the hero, but also in the hearts of everyone. With the unique simplicity, usually, she melted the coldness of the heart, and resolutely opened the white flowers freely swaying...

The snow is still down, pulling back the deep intoxication of me, the smile is slightly revealing, the countless front of the snow falls faintly, forming the free walking flower, is blooming...

Dalian University of Technology Affiliated School Third Day: Dai Yazhen