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Growing up in an attempt


Whether it's a sunny road or a wooden bridge, there will always be a footprint on the road, which seems to prove that you are constantly growing as you try. --Inscription

"Booming -"

Unconsciously, the dark clouds of ink squeezed the sky, sinking as if to fall, and suppressed as if the whole world was quiet. The indifferent winds are rushing through the air, and there are very few pedestrians on the road.

"Shasha - Shasha -"

I walked alone on campus, strolling in the misty rain of gray. Suddenly, a touch of tender green caught my eye, as if the only light in the gray world made me slow down. In the wind and rain, a creeper is tightly attached to the wall. Perhaps, it is the test of heaven. The crazy storm, such as Ashura, who holds the fire whip in hell, slams the earth and slaps the ivy, which seems to be weak.

The peony on the wall seems to have been conquered by this imposing manner, hanging down its charming and proud head. The sun-drenched rhododendrons and rose flowers are equally vulnerable in the face of the storm. It alone, the seemingly weak creeper, stubbornly crawling in front of the storm, even if the wind and rain break its stems and leaves, but still hold the wall tightly with the feet, barely rise the spine, try and nature The test is counterbalanced, as long as there is a hope of victory, it will never give up!

I stood quietly at the corner of the wall, watching the green, but the heart was like the sea.

Indeed, in repeated attempts, perhaps you will go one after another, facing setbacks again and again. But whether it's a sunny road or a wooden bridge, there will always be a footprint on the road, which seems to prove that you are growing up in your attempts!

The rain gradually stopped, and the white clouds gradually faded. They slowly dispersed and dispersed. The clouds seem to reveal a golden glow, which is reflected in the green. In the sun, I seem to see that a stubborn ivy climbed into a shade in the midsummer over and over again.

In this storm, it was the touch of green that told me to grow constantly in my attempts.

The third day: Chen Xiaoting

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