vicious life

A leaf and a green seed are the source of life. Don't show off your glory, but have perseverance to bear it. A leaf doesn't give its body to living things until it dies. The value of a seed is more luxurious than those graceful flowers.

I have experienced such a change ...

Under the knife-like cold wind, the seed of a tree fell off the cliff with the flooding wind and stuck firmly on the frozen ice. It is hungry and cold, enduring the suffering of winter, thinking: life is really unfair! Why am I in such pain? Why? ..... That little seed can only be regarded as a nameless mouse, shivering in the cold wind, groaning helplessly and protesting. I can't breathe! But still brewing the breath of life!

These short winters last for tens of thousands of years. And cold can't quench the seeds' longing for spring, and spring is coming unconsciously.

In spring, the warm embrace is open, and the bright sunshine is generously sprinkled on the frozen land of Wan Li. When the ice and snow melt, everything shines brightly, exuding the moisture of life. Seeds germinate and grow in wet soil. Gradually, a small sapling emerged from the ground in shock, pulled out its tender leaves, sucked the nutritious showers heartily, and cherished every minute. I am in close contact with the waist of the young tree and whisper from time to time. ...

Summer is like a naughty child, running happily, which makes people feel that they run away in an instant. In summer, he is fleeting and leaves silently.

Autumn has come quietly, the crops are ripe, the rice is floating in the air like broken gold, and I am golden all over. A bleak autumn wind blew. I suddenly lost my striking consciousness and staggered away from the treetops. Is that an illusion? But impossible! Just as I was trying to find the answer in my mind, when I was lured into a sweet dream by the sweet and sour taste of autumn wind, I only felt that I was on cloud nine in the air. ...

It was a long time before I felt that my body had fallen firmly to the ground. At this moment, I vaguely opened my eyes: Hey, what's the matter? How did I get to another place? Where am I now? After careful study for a period of time, I found myself in an endless forest, which was completely different from my previous environment, because those rolling valleys disappeared and were replaced by a large dark bush. And the leaves beside me spread all over the floor, whispering. The autumn wind rolled us up and sounded like a magnificent movement, showing the overwhelming momentum.

I became lonely, integrated into the soil to make food for trees and contributed to my body. Only the "sou" cold wind brushed my ears and felt sorry for us. Only bare branches are left on the tree. Winter contains a strong and unyielding spirit, and another spring is coming!

My experience is bumpy, but I tell you: any trivial matter has power that cannot be ignored!