I am plum, I am proud

The rain, like a chattering old man, sprinkled some of the screaming language into every corner of the forest; the rain, like a sentimental violinist, knocked on a string of Ding Ding's notes and infiltrated every green leaf in the woods.

This is a spring rain that awakens everything in the earth. I am the seed of a small plum, sleeping under the ground for a winter, and I wake up under the spring rain. I sneaked out of my head from the ground, the bees flew in a hurry, the birds sang in the branches, the world is so beautiful! I boldly raised my head, stretched out the branches of different thicknesses, pulled out the green leaves, and bathed in the warm sunshine in the warm spring breeze.

When the first rain after the rain shines through the lush foliage, the spring flowers bloom with a smile. Then, the azaleas were also opened. In the green forest, there is a cluster of bright colors. The red is the rose, the pink is the rose; the stem of honeysuckle is adorned with a small and delicate flower bud, even the peach tree is gone. Sparkling hairpin...

Only me, the green of the tree.

When summer comes, the lotus is like a fairy in the water, quietly blooming in the water; the pomegranate blossoms, like a bright red bow tied to the branches.

Only me, the green of the tree.

When the autumn wind is bleak, the chrysanthemums are scattered like stars in the grass and quietly revealing the fragrance.

Only me, the green of the tree.

The butterfly practiced the dance steps among the flowers, saw me, and sighed: "Why don't you still bloom!" The bird flew over my head and sighed: "Do not bloom, grow like a eucalyptus, tall and tall." How are you so short?" I laughed and didn't speak, just continued to wait...

When the other flowers began to fade, the trees began to fall, but I was spiritually stronger every day.

When the north wind whistling, it was like a contract, and on my tan branch, suddenly there was a plum blossom. Red can be red, white is like snow crystal; yellow is like gelatin, pink is delicate and lovely...

Yes, I have been unwilling to bloom, and this is the day. In the cold winter, people can no longer appreciate the flowers like oil paint, because they do not want to open in this cold wind. But I am willing! In the cold wind, I stood proudly in the snow, confidently holding my head and opening beautiful flowers, so that people can enjoy my style in the winter and add more anger to the lonely winter...

I am proud of being a plum!

First day: Zeng Lin