Poetry: Power is a small flower that grows in a crack in a stone.

Luo xiaozaowen

I am a little flower growing in a crack in the stone.

No matter the wind and rain, we must take root and sprout.

You are confident when no one appreciates you, and strong when no one understands you.

Countless nights, shivering in the cold

Endure the pain of wind tearing

Thought about giving up, giving up life to get relief.

Bow your head, despair, tears.

Looking up at the sky, I see stars all over the sky.

Their flashing eyes seem to tell me

Don't give up, there is still hope in life.

Only by living can we truly feel happy.

All the hardships you have experienced will make you shine.

Being strong doesn't need a reason, but living is the only belief.

Cheer up, make changes and forge ahead.

-Let the storm get worse!