a flower inscribed in my memory

Full of greenery and gratifying safflower.

The paving exhibition covered the entire wall and the rose was blooming. The slender and flexible emerald is adorned with elliptical slightly pointed leaves, and a cluster of leaves holds a beautiful flower. It seems that the mess and the patchwork of the branches are faintly revealing the gray-grey concrete bottom, which makes the wall more beautiful and deeper in my memory.

Whenever I can't afford to seduce my eyes and look out the window, I can always capture her beautiful smile. The proud sun did not whiten its cheeks, and the cold bitter rain did not disturb her long hair, and the whistling wind did not blow her eyes. Never fall, always telling yourself to be strong, is the big ideal and motto that is in her little heart? I don't know, but her slender but cool shadow is engraved in my memory.

Under the concrete wall is a piece of muddy land, like an island surrounded by an icy concrete sea. But in this place of the projectile, it has spawned a brilliant life!

I can't imagine how she was struggling out of a seed and earning a piece of land for herself before all the cement was closed; I couldn't imagine how she would slash the thin roots down to find the weak breath and thinness. Nutrition; I can't imagine how hard it is to stretch out the first vine and climb the unattached concrete wall. Perhaps in a star-studded night of a certain month, she used her strength to condense a flower-like flower bud, to witness her hardships for many years, to witness the greatness she could not say.

How strong is the hidden green branch in her sway? How much unyielding is hidden under her red tremor? This moving spirit has created a wall of flowers, and the time has passed, still deep in my memory.

Third day: Rainbow Bridge sister