I want to bloom to show you

There is no national rose like a rose, no peony like a peony, no jasmine intoxicating, no osmanthus fragrance like a scent of ten miles, this yellow long petal, no lotus-like firm, the whole flower is casual, lazy Let it go, but it gives people a feeling of insult and sorrow. She finally blossomed. Then, what about us?

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In June, the sun laughed brilliantly. The sun is overflowing with the sky, pouring into the air on the newly paved asphalt road, and it is unstoppable. There are shining spots in the leaves, like a smile, smiling to the ground. The weather was so clear that even the clouds couldn't bear to destroy the innocence of a large piece of ethereal blue crystal. The pedestrians on the street complained about the dry weather. In the vast and uninhabited desert, there are no colorful flowers and no lush trees. Only the inconspicuous cactus, ignoring the sinister sunshine, still survives. It does not fear the roasting of the stove, let the wind ruthlessly raging, let the dust fly freely, still stubbornly fight against nature, and strive to bloom.

"You are born in this harsh environment. This is a fact that cannot be changed. The only thing you can change is the meaning of your own life." This is the first sentence she heard when she broke the ground. "Yes, then I must bloom to you, it is my own most beautiful flower of life." "The best is that it is easier to say than to do it. If you want to bloom, you must have..." Only the big hand pulled the cactus away, tearing it away, and a drop of crystal juice slipped on her, instantly cold. I don't know if it is cool or cool. And she escaped because she was too humble. The sun still smiles, as if nothing has happened. Perhaps, he has become accustomed to it? She looked up at the sky and wanted to bloom. What must she have? Ok, I will try to realize the value of my life, even if one day I will be torn.

I don't know if this is the first few months of her birth. In these few months, there are sandstorms, poisonous days, and all kinds of difficulties; but none of them are hopes. But she did not forget that she once said, "I must show it to you, it is my own most beautiful flower of life." Yes, she is approaching the flowering step by step. She has no fragility when she just broke out, and she has a strong will. The sky is high, the earth is thick and majestic and quiet. It is noon, the whole desert looks like a big stove, the sun is getting hotter and hotter, and she is more and more thirsty, and even some support can't go down. But she told herself again and again: Be strong! Must be able to stick to it! You can definitely open your own flower of life! To this end, she evolved the leaves into thorns to reduce the evaporation of water. When a drizzle was lost for a long time, the thorns were used to collect rainwater and let the rare raindrops fall on their roots. Instead of other plants, she plunged the roots deep into the soil to find a sustainable supply of groundwater, but instead developed more shallow roots, extended to the surface, and absorbed surface water and nutrients.

The sun still laughed and experienced the ravages of the wind and sand. She was already exhausted. "When will I be able to open my own flowers?" Even if she is exhausted, she will not forget to consider this question. She suddenly noticed that her body was a little different, yes, she blossomed. A small, pale yellow flower. She even felt a little dizzy about her sudden change, as if she fell into the abyss of happiness, and the previous exhaustion was swept away. "I must show it to you, it is my own most beautiful flower of life." "She, done it." Yes, at the end of her seemingly thorny flowering road, the little, pale yellow flower that greeted her. Although the road is full of thorns, she has a strong sword that breaks the thorns - a strong will. She, flowering, just at this moment, under the laughter of the sun, she blossomed, and she understood what she had to have to bloom.

She, blossomed. Then what about us? What is our flower? I don't know, maybe it's to achieve my goal. Different people will have different flowers because flowers are their own. Different people, even the road to flowering is different. But the only thing that is the same is the sword that breaks the thorns - a strong will. Let's make a seed with a dream, and take a strong will and perseverance as a nutrient. Let's bloom.

Yes, I must bloom to you, it is my own, the most beautiful flower of life.

Guangzhou Xiguan Foreign Language School, the first day: Sun Yihan