Small wildflowers blooming in the depths of time [original]
Immersed in the depth of early winter, in front of a small wild flower sandwiched in the bottom of the fallen leaves, poking out a smile, a little dew to meet the sun and the moon and glow, perhaps it will be swallowed by the bleak cold wind tomorrow, incense disappeared after the wind and rain, no one to smell, no one to listen. However, you see, before the wind sword came, she was still smiling, smiling so brightly that she could not see the panic and melancholy that was about to come. Compared with peony, hibiscus and all the famous flowers, she is just an inconspicuous wild flower, but she devotes her whole life to make a moment of brilliance and do her best. Although it is not a demanding forget-me-not, there is no bright and beautiful sigh that is hard to find, and there are no bees and butterflies around it, only swaying happily in the cold wind. It does not ask for anything, just to repay the kindness of sunshine and rain, and strive to open itself.
The unknown wild flowers growing in the barren grass fields along the ridges and ditches are much more difficult than the flowers in the greenhouse, and the process of survival also has a wealth of experience. Sometimes they have to endure the baking of the hot sun; sometimes they have to withstand the scouring and baptism of torrential rain; sometimes they have to be trampled by iron hooves; sometimes they have to go through the refinement of rebirth. In the eyes of ordinary people, the harsh environment in which they live is incomprehensible, but they still grow happily and live endlessly; they not only want to live, but also to live a wonderful and beautiful life, blooming a trace of spring to the world as much as they can. to return a ray of fragrance to the earth.
I admire the beauty of wildflowers and appreciate their strength and unyielding. They bloom silently, naturally, vividly and brightly. Silent growth, high and low scattered, indifferent, disorderly flowers, mountains and fields, full of vitality; it never cared about the land under its feet is rich or barren, never cared about the sky above the head is clear or gloomy, ordinary life, it always shows incomparable tenacity and tenacity, do not abandon life, do not give up. The beauty of the little flower of life blooms in silence and persistence. Reading and appreciation of American articles
As long as God occasionally gives a few drops of rain and the sun inadvertently shines at the place where it is planted for a while, the seeds of the little flowers will sprout, and within a few days, on the tender, green twigs and buds, there will be a few pimple-like buds, and the colors of the flowers are also different and pleasing, some with a little pink, some with a touch of purple, some with a little red, and some with a little yellow. People are fascinated by their colorful colors. Their colors are not luxurious but simple, and their shapes are not elegant but petite and exquisite. They have the same commonness, that is, when their colors are darker and darker, they all seem to show cheerful smiles and show their goodwill to the earth. When they come together, they form a beautiful world. Although they are very ordinary, they can decorate the world very beautifully with their humble bodies.
In this little wild flower, I saw their tenacious spirit and the true meaning of life. When I admire these humble little wild flowers from my heart, I can't help but think of an ancient poem: wild flowers are countless unknown, full of love in white and red. Even if it is not rewarded by Yao Wei, there is no dispute that the rain will open and the wind will fall. Isn't it? when did these unknown wild flowers compete with peony hibiscus and begonia roses as the rain blossomed and the wind fell? They are born in silence, grow in silence, open in silence, thank you silently, silently decorate the beauty of the earth, and they live their lives in obscurity and ordinary life. This is like a lot of people who are unknown and work diligently in the ordinary world.
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