Morning glory, I love you. Someone said, "There are no green leaves to match. Red flowers are like beauty. " Indeed, from a certain point of view, the life of green grass is undoubtedly much more noble than a flash in the pan, but I appreciate flowers, I love flowers, and I love morning glory more. Spring rain tears like rain, drizzle in the wet and warm air through, issued a "click" sound. The smile of spring breeze blows the land of China and everyone's heart. In a shabby little house near my home, it seems that a little life is about to bloom, but it is in bud. After the spring breeze, the hot summer came. In the hot environment, people shuttled back and forth in the street. The little life on the broken house seems to understand the brisk rhythm and jump happily. The sky roared, and the rain kept falling, hitting the little creature. Its leaves were beaten black and blue, and it cried and cried, struggling to grow in the process of tempering. After a night, it only has poor buds, like a petite woman, but it is in bud. Autumn has come, and the little life is finally in full bloom. But nothing seems to be going well. It has experienced the hardships of wind and rain and the test of hot summer, in order to show its beauty in nature! But now, how can a hundred flowers wither? But it didn't give up, and continued to hold on tightly with roots and stems, crawling hard and hard, because it was convinced that after climbing over the broken house that hindered it, it would surely see colorful rainbows. It struggled, crawled and shouted. Although it has seen the rosy maple leaves in autumn and the yellow-green land, it has always been tenacious and unyielding, and despite the cold winter, it still struggles tirelessly for its ideals. Time mercilessly cut off the morning glory's life, and it finally fell down. It has made unremitting efforts for an ideal. Even at the cost of your own life. This is morning glory, an indomitable flower ... morning glory, I love you, I praise you!