It is the elusive wind that scatters the unpicked seeds to the ends of the earth. When they could no longer find soil, they injected the last ray of hope of life into this line of craggy rock crevices. Although they can also share the warmth from the sun, from the rain feel the moisturizing. And the only soil that all life depends on is the one they have to find on their own. They are facing the reality of how severe.
So, a miracle of nature was conceived, born, a hair of rock crevices clustered between the angry life.
Perhaps just a cluster of weeds, spring green, fall and yellow, years of blossoming. They are not in a position to grow broad, fat leaves, because they can not find enough nutrients to make the grass leaves fat, they have three or two long thin leaves, the subtle veins of the leaf to tell you how difficult life is. In some cases, they grow their own roots under a cluster of thin leaves, only to draw a little milk from the mother, and then go to find the unnoticeable cracks in the stone. This is life. If this is an instinct, then it shows how honorable it is, and how life has the right to think itself glorious. Life is so unstoppable.
Perhaps it is just a mass of mountain flowers, most of which are mostly dandelions that are wandering. Their stems and leaves gush with bitter milky white sap, and their roots are dug up in the spring to make wild vegetables. The dandelion between the cracks, but never like the field of the same family with the Lord of the dandelion growth of that kind of strong, they can not grow into a tall trunk because of the madness of the mountain wind, they can not have a large number of leaves because of the barrenness of the rocks, their stems look tough and old, their leaves because of the withering and loss of luster, only their roots are like that pliable and sturdy tendons, like that soft and strong vines, buried in the cracks between the narrow gap between the rocks. In the narrow gap between the stone, they can no longer go for people to do dishes, but silently for the climbers to prepare a reliable handrail. This is how life is defined by the environment. The law of survival of the fittest, though relentless, makes all the fittest the strong ones who overcome their environment. The phenomenon of life tells you that life is a struggle.
If the cliffs, walls, cracks in the stone only these small flowers, grass, may only evoke the pedestrian's pity and grief, and the most people marveled at the cracks in the stone, but also the growth of heavenly pines and cypresses, majestic and strong, towering. They make the mountains have a spirit, so that all life in front of him pale in comparison. Their trunks are just so tenacious, twisting and turning. Every inch of the tree's coat is scarred. Up, up, up is how hard it is. Each inch of growth took several springs, autumns, colds and summers. Yet, at last, they grow into pillars, spreading out their leafy trunks and clustering their never-fading needles. They towered over the cliffs and peaks of the mountains. Only that coiled knot in the rocky cliffs on the roots of the tree in a silent voice to you, their growth is how difficult to struggle. The thick as a python, thin as a grass snake's roots, coiled and intertwined, from one rock crevice into, have from another rock crevice out, so along the relentless bluestone, they extend past, like a sharp eagle's talons grabbed its perch on the rock. Sometimes, a pine and cypress, his roots to climb half of the cliff, as if the tired rocks with a thick `cable tightly bound. Thus, they can meet the storm, they can finally not belong to their own living space for their own possession of a piece of land.
If all life does not bother to find a place to stand between the cracks of the rocks, then a large part of the world will become dead forever. There would be no place for the birds, no place for the plants and trees to live, and there would be no place for the darkness of the world.
If all the life is only greedy for the dark soil, how can they complete their ability to master the environment, and how can they make themselves stronger and stronger in the reproduction from generation to generation? The world is a marvelous place. Imagine that the dandelion between the cracks of the stone, once their seeds, riding on the flocculent umbrellas, drifting with the wind to the moist countryside, they will certainly grow more robust and romantic than other flowers. As for the tenacious pine and cypress, he would have been the sublime embodiment of life, the most perfect symbol of perseverance and will. It gives inspiration and example to all life.
May all life not be drifted between the cracks of the stone and the period of time. May all life dare to pursue the hardest of circumstances. It is in the most difficult circumstances that life must discover itself, recognize itself, and thus refine itself and sublimate its spirit.
The tenacious life between the cracks in the stone, it is both biological and philosophical, is the unity of biology and philosophy. It is also aesthetic, as an aesthetic phenomenon, it shows you not only decorate the barren mountains and mountains of green, it reveals to you the beauty of the magnificent world.
The tenacious life between the cracks in the stone, it has the emotional power to shock people's hearts, it makes the planet we live on become magical and brilliant.