That dandelion moved me and made me admire it.
One day in June 2008, the sun was shining brightly.
Today, I accidentally walked into an abandoned storage room. The room was dark and cold, and the air was filled with a pungent smell. I never thought that there would be such a dark corner in such a bright and gorgeous summer day. I immediately covered my nose and fled the room. However, as soon as I turned around, I stopped-
Between the ruins, there is actually a little green, very natural green. I can't help but let out a cry in surprise and hurriedly approached:
That should be dandelion. Its leaves are small and green, very obedient to the ground, as if enjoying themselves. Its stem is thin, but it still stands upright. I looked at its small figure and couldn't help but sigh: "What an optimistic and strong plant!" A kind of respect arises spontaneously in my heart. However, I know it won't live long. I deeply regret this. But it seems to disagree.
One day in July 2008, the sun was shining brightly.
Today, I couldn't help going to that storage room again. Oh, my God, the dandelion is still alive! ! !
A little more energetic than that day. Its leaves are green, and I can clearly see its thick veins. Its stem is taller and straighter. I was surprised to find a golden flower on its stem, and the faint sunshine coming through the broken wall greeted its "cheek".
I looked at it and I was completely conquered by it. It is so strong and optimistic; It is so sincere and enthusiastic about life. Yes, just like those children in Wenchuan earthquake. It was dark and cold, and it didn't repel their desire and enthusiasm for life. They live tenaciously and optimistically, and live brilliantly. I can't believe I feel so small.
I praise dandelion for its optimism, strength and sincerity to life. I sincerely salute it.