March has knocked on the door of spring, and the flowers are blooming, so beautiful that pedestrians on the roadside stop and smell the fragrance in the air, feeling particularly comfortable. However, in this harmonious place In the beautiful scenery, a dead tree destroys their overall beauty, making people immersed in the beautiful scenery always feel a bit unsightly.
When everything turns green, it does not sprout because its life has ended. It can no longer continue its mission, so in the glorious March, it is lonely, no one favors it, except for the contemptuous eyes.
Like it, there is a morning glory that was left out. , it has woken up in the embrace of winter and is ready to welcome the new spring. But it has nowhere to grow, because it has to rely on the shoulders of others to support its weak body. It asks for help everywhere, but those blooming flowers and green trees They all just held up their proud heads and said sarcastically: "What, borrowing others to rely on? Doesn't this mean that we are belittled? You'd better stop dreaming!" Morning Glory was ridiculed by them and lowered their heads, with crystal clear eyes. I shed tears, not knowing how to find my destination.
In despair, a voice came from somewhere: "Come here, I am willing to live with you." Morning glories seemed to be in the vast sea. Grabbing a life-saving grass, it climbed up the dead tree with its weak and trembling body.
In the early morning, when the sun did not show its smiling face, dewdrops jumped on the dead tree, gently dancing on it. Wake up the morning glory from its dream and give it a drink of the purest water in the world. When the warmth of the sun spreads over the earth, the dead tree and the morning glory chat and talk together. As night falls, the two of them are dancing under the bright moonlight. Sleep peacefully with the company of her, with a sweet smile in her dreams.
As time goes by, spring leaves quietly, and the beautiful and charming flowers in the past have withered their last petals, which are bare. The flower branches swayed in the breeze, feeling extremely lonely. The flowers kept cursing and scolding the ruthless passage of time. But they did not complain at all, supported each other, endured the hot exposure, and comforted each other constantly. .At the same time, they are also happy, because the leaves of the morning glory are already very lush and have flower bones. They are looking forward to the day when the morning glory blooms.
One morning, the dead tree was smelled by a faint fragrance. Wake up, open your eyes - shocked.
The morning glory bloomed, and the white mixed with pink flowers filled the entire vine and the entire dead tree. They looked at each other and smiled. Each other's eyes are full of true love.
When people pass by this place as usual, they inadvertently discover the most beautiful thing in the world, and their admiration is more of admiration for the spirit of cooperation. Every passerby People can't help but be in awe of this beautiful scenery.
The dead trees support the morning glory vines, and the morning glories decorate the dead trees - this is a miracle.
I found it Gained confidence
“The years are slipping away silently. Finally, the days of picking wild flowers and counting stars have drifted away on the yellowed wall calendar, leaving us, and that happiness will be locked in our memory forever. on the threshold. What follows is despair and loss after the disillusionment. However, I am not willing to fail, I am not willing to be lonely, I want to light my heart candle, let it dispel the darkness that surrounds me, and let it melt Pieces of ice covering my heart..." After writing the above words, she closed her exquisite diary, carefully put it into the drawer, locked it, and at the same time buried her confidence in it. From the bottom of my heart.?
She, a very competitive girl, has been transferred to a key middle school for almost half a year. From a very ordinary school to here, she knows that her family has many connections, and it has taken a lot of money. She has less money. However, she has few friends here. What worries her the most is her grades. Every time the grade list comes out, her name is almost always at the bottom of the long snake array. Whenever she thinks of this, she has a feeling There was an inexplicable sense of depression, as if the name in front of her weighed tens of millions of tons, weighing her down almost suffocating her.?
She must work hard, she must be worthy of the words she wrote, and she must put them into action So, she no longer daydreamed about those useless illusory things, because she knew that she had to face reality and not be a utopian. She concentrated in class, answered questions enthusiastically, and completed her homework seriously... She tried her best to do all this. She did a good job. Sure enough, her grades improved, and a long-lost smile appeared on her face. In this way, she persisted in doing this, and her grades actually reached the middle. These This made her so happy.