There is always my season

I am a fig tree, I grew up in a corner, and I lived happily with my good friend.

I will never forget the day when the air is strewn with the smell of dirt, and a beam of light shines through the leaves to me and the grass. We both talked comfortably, and suddenly a thunderous sound came into my ear.

"Mom, look at that there is a fig tree!"

"Yes! Move it to your home!"

After a while, a behemoth came to me, and then my body began to tremble. I was a little unstable. I only felt this way in the rain.

"Small grass, can you hear me talking?" I was terrified.

"Can!" The voice of the grass was a little trembling.

"What is this behemoth? I am so scared!"

"Goodbye figs! You are leaving me."

"Why?" I just had a feeling of being lifted up by someone else. I now know that heaven is so beautiful, so pure.

That behemoth placed me in a garden. The garden is full of beautiful women, they are slender and colorful. I have been watching, I think this is the rose flower that Xiaocai mentioned to me. Xiaocao said that rose flowers are the most beautiful under the sun. Suddenly, the voice rang again.

"Mom, do you want to pour some water on it?"

"Pour! Of course you have to pour! Otherwise you will die."

A stream of water came to me, and I closed my eyes in fear.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a white flower-like elf butterfly flying in the rose flowers, and they played happily.

When I saw this beautiful picture, I couldn’t help but say, "Come on! Come and play with me!"

"Just you? Don't look at what you look like." The white butterfly said disdainfully.

I was so frustrated that I looked at my palm, covered with a dense, transparent thorn, and my skin was very dry. The monotonous green covered my body. I spent a summer in pain. The flowers were no longer Gorgeous, but compared to me, it is still a world of difference.

"Why! Why! I was so ugly, even the butterflies are not willing to play with me! Why?"

"Mom, I want to eat figs!" Still as thunderous as loud.

"Go pick it!" The sound seemed to clean my heart with a clear spring.

The behemoth came to me, touched me gently and left, and he had a purple fruit in his hand.

"Mom, this fig is delicious! It's sweet and slippery."

"Is this my fruit?" I couldn't help but shouted out.

"Yes! This is yours, small fig tree. Although you don't have beautiful roses, the butterfly is white, but you have sweet fruits. Don't humble yourself, let's live happily!" A grassy yellow grass The yellow leaves climbed out and the face was full of kindness.

Tears flowed out of my eyes. This is not a sad tear, but a tear of joy, tears of excitement.

I believe that the world always has my season.

Henan Hongli School Central Middle School: Zhang Zhen