That unique landscape.
I've traveled so far, I've stopped and seen so many beautiful scenery along the way, and finally stopped here.
That morning, we were not on the tree-lined path, a cool breeze blew, although it was a sunny day, but the morning was still a little cool, the small flowers and grass on the ground, wearing the dewy new clothes, I walked slowly, and kept wrapping my coat tightly. Everything around seems to be immersed in a milky white mist, washing away all dust in between. Somewhere in the corner of the wall attracted me, the bright green pierced my eyes, like a magic "seducing" me to that touch of green, a ** after all.
I stopped in front of this green and made a closer look, only to find that it was a new tuft of grass, tender and green. It stands proudly in the wind, and its small blades are still straight and straight, gloriously interpreting the rare vitality in this bleak morning.
I couldn't help but open my mouth wide in surprise, thinking to myself, this is a concrete wall, how strong is it, what kind of perseverance and unyielding faith does it rely on to drill through this wall, break through the soil to sprout, and grow?Because it is in the corner of the wall, it is not moistened by rain, there is no sunlight, the frost and dew freeze it, and the cold wind blows it. Under all the difficult conditions and all kinds of oppression, it cannot be made to succumb, and when it blows crooked, it straightens up, and there is no sunshine and rain, so it firmly grasps the soil with its roots, and strives to absorb the nutrients in the soil, and desperately grows upwards and stretches its ......
Although this little grass understands that it is not as noble as a rose, not as cold as a plum blossom, not as beautiful as a daffodil, and not as pure as a lily, his ambition prompts it to never bow its head. It has been going through ups and downs all its life, the delicate flowers have been drifting and declining under the wind and rain, and it is in the wind and rain, standing upright, it is bright and upright to fight against the cold wind, and when it dies, it is calm, at least it has worked hard, struggled, and is worthy of the heart!
The little grass is still like this, but what about us?When you encounter difficulties, you want to retreat. The clubhouse is afraid to move forward, for fear of falling and failing. "The black hair doesn't know how to study early, and the white head regrets studying late", hating himself for not working hard in his youth, not knowing how to be angry and trying to be strong, blindly complaining and only making himself mediocre for a lifetime. I pay tribute to this spirit.
This small scenery has a great charm, leaving me with endless emotion and fascinating me.