It's dark here day and night. Without my mother and brothers and sisters, I really feel lonely and helpless. But I chose this road, and I must stick to it.
root
In the cold winter, the sun can't shine into the gap. It's cold here, and I'm curled up. I know that if you want to survive here, you must first take root here. For the sake of that belief in my heart, I insist. I stretched my stiff body and released all the energy in my body. I kept stretching down, and my roots clung to the rock. At this moment, I am integrated with the mountains. ...
come into bud
All winter, in order to reduce the loss of energy, I didn't move, and the energy left by my mother has been exhausted in the war of attrition with the cold winter. I know I have to grow up. Only by seeing the sunshine and sucking the rain and dew in spring can we survive and grow as beautiful as our mother. I am going up bit by bit, and nothing can stop me from going up. I want to survive, and I must persist. The rock blocked me and I pushed it away; The hard soil stopped me and I penetrated it. When I walked through the snow, I saw the first ray of sunshine in my life. Oh, it's so warm, better than mom's arms! I hold my head high and declare to the world that after the cold winter, spring, the season of life, has arrived. At this time, the ice and snow melt, merge into streams, and flow happily; The earth is recovering, the vegetation is green and the eyes are green. I also saw the blue sky that belongs to me, and set a heavy milestone in my long life.
grow
When I was immersed in the caress of spring and the nourishment of spring rain, the first thunder of summer startled me. The first lightning stung my eyes, and the baptism of the storm burned me. The wind blew me down and the rain knocked me down. I was almost disheartened, but when I thought of my firm belief when I left my mother and my determination to overcome all difficulties when I took root, my heart was kindled again ―― I can't give up! Therefore, although the storm can crush me, it can't make me yield, let alone defeat me. I will tie it tighter, stand up again and hold my head high. ...
flower
When the storm passed and the rainbow first appeared, I was in full bloom, more beautiful than my mother: snow-white petals, pink stamens and fragrant flowers. This flower is the blooming of my life.
Although the flowers bloom and fall for only a few days, I have no regrets. Looking back on the hardships along the way, I persisted, and that was success. Although I have withered, the little life conceived in my belly is the continuation of my life, and the fragrance of my life will still float between heaven and earth.