The sun kisses the dense forest, and the breeze caresses the green grass, clouds and streams. Walking along the forest path, I seem to forget the unhappiness. I greedily absorb all the best things-sunshine, breeze, streams, birds, grass and shade ... I sit on a stone bench in the forest, enjoying the taste of nature, and a faint fragrance of flowers seeps into my heart. I can't help but start looking for the faint fragrance in the air, step by step. One can't help it, her! This little guy is not very conspicuous and looks a little shy.
That is a flower that grows in the wind. She is not conspicuous or even ignored. Small white petals became her dancing skirt. Although simple, there is no lack of gentleness. She swayed in the wind and stretched out in the sun. The moist air is mixed with faint fragrance. If you don't deliberately taste it, it seems difficult to find that the intoxicating taste actually comes from her. I looked at her quietly, looked at her. In the vast universe, she seems so small, and her life is even unknown, unknown, and no one even watches, praises or pays attention. She is just a small flower, a small wild flower, a seemingly dispensable wild flower. However, she was released.
Looking at the charming green on the endless grassland or hillside, are you still in the mood to see an ordinary wild flower? There are water lilies in spring, roses in summer, chrysanthemums in autumn and wintersweet in winter, but the small wildflowers have no graceful figure, intoxicating colors and delicate fragrance, only a unique flavor added to nature. I feel sorry for them. However, it was this little wild flower that quietly brought her monologue to my ear through the wind. "There is no need to be sad, there is no need to shed tears. I am about to complete my mission as a flower, although it may eventually disperse with the wind. But I have a good life and am very happy. Maybe my life is too short to make people wonder if I have it, but I have no regrets. " The monologue of a flower is so simple and direct.
She came with the spring breeze, making a final sprint for her wonderful, and she is about to release her life savings and essence to nature. The first beauty has also become the last. After a few days, she began to wither, and the charm of the past became a withered flower. As my mother said, beauty is often instantaneous. As the flower said, when a person is out of date, why should he care about simplicity? The first release may end his life, but she is fearless. She always brings countless warmth, which is touching and shocking. It is this ordinary little flower that reveals the breath of nature. Stop your steps, don't be stingy with your vision and sense of smell, look carefully, smell carefully, and listen attentively to the monologues of flowers, whether they have the fragrance and plain color of small wild flowers or not.
I still looked at it with a faint smile on my lips. Unconsciously, the loss in my heart has disappeared without a trace. I think … I can also do something for the sports meeting. On the way back to the playground, the pace became much easier.