The carnation by the window touched me.

The wind outside the window was screaming and screaming, and the downpour was like my boring mood, which was venting and erupting. It seems that only the sly carnations by the window are soothing my heart, making me calm and some...

Near the senior high school entrance examination, in the face of a stack of review materials and texts, theorems, formulas, and grammar that seem to be inexhaustible, the dizziness of learning, the dull mood is on the verge. Simply throw the pen and squat on the table and sleep. I don't know how long it took, I opened my eyes and found a misty piece. I quickly found the glasses and looked up at 12 o'clock at midnight.

I want to go to sleep, but my homework can't be done. Just as the situation was difficult, I glanced at the window. The carnation swayed gently in the wind blowing through the gap, as if telling me: Learn to go, I will accompany you.

Putting the pen and paper away, I started learning again. Learning is boring, and the only thing that makes me happy is the carnation. So weak life can resist the wind and rain at the window. What can I do in the face of these small difficulties? The motivation for my study should also be derived from it.

The work is nearing the end, I really resist the trouble of drowsiness, and I am confused to see two drops of water on the window, like rain and like two drops of tears.

Open your eyes and find that the flower is shaking, and it seems to have heard a lot of gasping, and at this time "it" is still against the wind and rain for me, the slender stems are made into legs, and the flowers are made. Kneeling, the petals turned into a face. what! Isn't that my mother?

I screamed and woke up in my dreams. It turned out to be just a dream. Look at yourself. It is already sweating. What surprised me was that I was lying on the bed, but obviously remembered that I was crawling on the table and falling asleep.

Going out of the door, I found that my mother's eyes were bloodshot, as if she had not slept overnight. After rushing to wash, I went to school after breakfast.

Out of the door, I saw the flowers by the window, I can't help but worry about it - after a night of storms, is it still alive?

Take a closer look, wow! It blossomed, it was so bright, so dazzling. But I found that there are so many folds in the petals, and there are still a few red spots on the eyes. The tears in my eyes can’t help but burst out. It seems to be the eyes of my mother...

what! Carnation, you are the mother!

The third day: Wei Xiaolong