"Lily in the field,
Only nature is your friend. "-Bing Xin
On that high cliff, there is indeed an "eye-catching" wild lily, which has just bloomed, and its white and petite body seems unable to withstand such a strong wind. She swayed, trying to straighten her fragile flower stems among these weeds. I think this lily must be a forgotten "weed", but she knows her mission and is desperate to release the fragrance.
I have been intoxicated by her beauty, and lilies like her are blooming in my heart. I smiled and remembered her past: being looked down upon, being burned by the sun, being beaten by the wind and rain, and being hit by the voice of failure in my heart. I saw her happy smile, just like Bing Xin said: the flower of success, people only admire her present brilliance! However, at the beginning, her bud was soaked with tears of struggle and shed blood rain of sacrifice. Oh, the wild lily on the cliff, are you the successful flower? I have seen your hard work! Lily, do you know that you symbolize a hundred years of harmony? Your blooming brings happiness to people. And how ridiculous your tenacity makes those timid people look; How pitiful your efforts make those lazy people look; How pathetic your unyielding makes those who are suicidal look!
Wild lily, you are the flower that never fades in my heart. I am ashamed of your tenacity, hard work and unyielding. I can't be you. You are so excellent that you can stand proudly in front of other flowers. How I want to be you, my timidity and laziness are gone, and I am also a beautiful wild lily! But I know it is not easy to be you. At the very least, we should overcome the voice of giving up in our hearts and the ridicule of people around us. Then step by step, "soak the tears of struggle and shed the blood rain of sacrifice." This is really a process of transformation, with painstaking efforts and suffering. Wild lily, you have never complained, but you are glad that your flowers are blooming. You are just a flower, and you will never be regarded as a tall figure, but you still bloom beautifully. You have become eternal in my heart, how beautiful!
I want to take off the wild lily on the cliff and enjoy it, but I can't. You are a symbol of indomitable spirit, and you inspire people. How dare I choose this spirit? How dare I let future generations get no inspiration? I can only pour this spirit into my whole body, sprinkle your beauty in my heart, and make the lilies in full bloom in my heart more beautiful!