Snow spilled down in large pieces, I saw the branch of the plum blossom shrinking in the corner, lonely, wandering, just like me. It is also waiting for the spring breeze?
In this cold winter, I was like a lost child, going around in circles, and do not know where to go. Yes! Too many failures and hardships, too many tears and sweat, but still did not let me see the hope of spring, feel the spring breeze and smooth ......
I wandered helplessly on the road, such as a boat in the waves swaying.
Walking along the river, I caught a glimpse of a garden where flowers bloomed, butterflies danced and limped, and warblers sang. This small garden is a collection of spring flowers, as if it were a fairyland. The garden is full of flowers, bending the branches, the heavy life is because of the sweetness of moving. There is no color that can describe this victory, no paper that can bear the weight of spring. The spring breeze, blowing open the life of the winter storage, ignited the power of life.
But suddenly, the nose smelled a trace of fragrance, fresh and elegant, so that people can not help but want to go further to explore. I followed the scent, and was shocked - it was that little plum blossom from last time.
It quietly stood there, unassuming, just like a world of independence fairy, but still scattered a charming fragrance. "Peach and plum do not say, the next from the groove", is probably the meaning of this.
There was a cold wind, and I shrank my neck and pulled the scarf tightly around my body. The plum blossom shivered, but still straightened his back, like a holy warrior and the cold wind to fight, the fragrance of its body through the baptism more and more refreshing lungs.
Seeing that unassuming figure, my heart as if a hammer struck, shocked immensely: that a thin body needs how much courage to resist the attack of the cold wind ah!
The heart can not help but rise a wave of admiration and moved. The wind continues to blow, I saw it shivering in the wind, several times to help it, but stopped, I know the wind is sharpening the plum blossom sharp, so that the plum can be more fragrant.
My mind is clear, so it is! "Wood by the rope is straight, gold on the sharpening of the sharp", this is the plum, seemingly weak but dare to fight the cold wind, my heart like the spring breeze, warm, swirling with a strong faith.
Plum, there is pride, as Sima Qian, without the inhuman torture of the first half of his life, there will not be a hundred years of the "Historical Records"; as Qu Yuan, without the king's questioning, there will not be a resounding "Li Sao"; as Guan Hanqing, without the baptism of darkness will not be a thought-provoking "Sinus Foe."......
Likewise, there is no cold wind, there will be no plum blossoms of pride and cold fragrance!
Plums! It is you in my heart branded a strong figure, let my heart become hard, progressive, fearless, in the face of setbacks head forward!
Outside the window, it seems that the branches of the red apricot is playing spring, and my heart has opened up a piece of plum blossom ......
Spring breeze, intoxicated in this night.