I really want to look up like you.

Everyone has the right to lift their heads up and face life happily, just as the sun is always evenly filled with fragrant land.

--Inscription

Half a year ago, when you and your father and sister came to my home, I felt that you were beautiful. Of course, this feeling was only found before you discovered it. Your brothers and sisters, parents and elders, have large and thick flower disks, and the strips of petals are layered, such as the red sun in the sky, shining bright sunshine. You found it when I trimmed the leaves. You are just a seedling, but I don't want to see your skinny look, even though you are like me. Your skinny leaves, like mud, grow between the gaps of the sisters' branches and leaves; the tiny petals of the silk are smeared, as if they touch it, they fall down. But I don't know why, although I hate you, I have never pulled you out. Maybe, can't surpass them under so many flowers, this feeling is not very good, right? Every time I see you, there will always be a strange feeling in my heart. I don’t know if it is sympathy or something.

I don't know what day it was, heavy rain poured, and lightning came to help. It was this time, I forgot to close the window on the balcony until the rain decreased, I remembered it. When I ran to "rescue" you, it was already late: the earth was covered with the fragrant petals of the past, giving off a rancid smell; and the original petal place, only the bare disk, bent the original stem . Just as I cleaned the leaves, I was suddenly stunned by a scene of ruined flowers in the front, and stood upright. Your leaves become green, the petals are still thin, but after the baptism of heavy rain, it also becomes golden. The rain on the petals is like a gift from God, rewarding you with the quality of being brave and not brave.

At this point, I seem to be you, a sunflower filled with tears and strong growth. Because, I want to grow as strong as you, and finally I am excited and raised my head and face the sun.

Sixth grade: Yan Sien