It's a sultry summer night. A "look at the epiphyllum" woke me up from my sleep.
I hurried into the bushes and saw that the epiphyllum was in bloom! Between the green leaves of kelp, a delicate bud is trembling slightly. The skirt-like receptacle can't hold the rich white jade-like bud, and it gradually cracks: the snow-white petals poke out from the middle of the receptacle. One, two, three ... Then, bunches of beige stamens slowly bloom, and a columnar white pistil rises high in the middle ... The beautiful epiphyllum miraculously blooms at an amazing speed, quietly emitting a fragrance.
"How beautiful!" Standing beside me, my neighbor's elder sister praised me. Her words made me think deeply, and I couldn't help reciting Bing Xin's poem:
People only appreciate the flower of success.