Throw down the pen in trouble, stay away from the hateful symbolic calculation, pack up complicated thoughts, put on shoes and go out with an umbrella.
It kept raining, and everything on the road was soaked by the continuous drizzle. Suddenly, a touch of brilliant red caught my eye. That is a pomegranate tree. Look up, the flowers on that branch will be the most beautiful. Trees are full of fire, flowers are competing to open, revealing vitality and blooming charming smiles. My heart seems clear at this moment.
Dark clouds accumulated in the sky, and soon, it turned from light rain to heavy rain, and the heavy rain poured down. I hid in a shelter from the rain and looked at the pomegranate tree in the distance. I couldn't help sighing. It's a pity that beautiful pomegranate flowers will be destroyed by rain. I waited quietly, waiting for the heavy rain to stop. ...
Finally, the rain stopped, and I hurried to the pomegranate tree, but something unexpected happened: pomegranate flower didn't give in, but stood up tenaciously, continued to accumulate strength and waited for the arrival of the sun. My heart seems to be ignited at this moment.
Pomegranate flower, how brave! When the heavy rain is about to wither your life, you can make such a touching move, not afraid of difficulties, and face them. And I, don't need such courage? A small topic shattered my confidence, which is a sign of cowardice, not a gesture of the strong! The real strength is to face all difficulties bravely, not fear and retreat. Thought of here, I can't help but speed up the pace. ...
Running home, opening books and thinking about topics, I can't help but feel that challenging questions is also a special enjoyment. So, I am intoxicated in this "colorful" world.
From then on, I was no longer afraid of difficulties, but tried to solve them. I know, it is the beautiful and strong pomegranate flower that inspired me.
Pomegranate flower, I want to sincerely thank you, thank you for blushing, thank you for bringing me beauty, but I thank you for teaching me the courage to overcome difficulties without fear.
Chapter two: A little red in the lotus pond
Halfway through the summer vacation, cousin menstruation and I came to the lotus garden.
Lotus has been called "hibiscus out of water" since ancient times. Throughout the ages, literati have left many poems about lotus flowers: "Mud is not stained, ripples are clear but not demon", "Water is clear and round, and the wind is moving" ... Whether it is elegant petals, slender stems, green leaves or even a sweet lotus seed, it is intoxicating.
After walking into the lotus garden, we really saw the lotus. Walking across the bridge, I saw a large lotus pond. They are so close to me. The petals are very thin, and the bright red color on the petals makes you want to kiss it. No wonder the ancients had a poem "The lotus leaf is infinitely colorful, and the lotus flower has a different color". Delicate petals with a small pale green lotus, like a small bowl made of jasper, with a few pearls inside, very cute.
Looking at this lotus pond, I can't help but think of what is a parasol in the water sung by Sister Liu. I think anyone can guess the answer. A parasol is a lotus leaf. In the hot summer, as if afraid of the lake drying up, the big lotus leaves hold up a lake and cast a shade for the fish and shrimp in the lake. Even on a hot day, when I see lotus and lotus leaves in the pond, my heart will naturally cool down.
Lotus is a treasure everywhere. You must like crispy fried lotus root slices or sweet glutinous rice lotus root, right? Seeing those tender lotus roots, it is hard to imagine that they once lived in the mud at the bottom of the water. This is also the reason why lotus symbolizes noble character. In addition, lotus seeds are also people's favorite dried fruits, which have a special taste when cooking porridge and can also be used as medicine. Fresh lotus seeds are sweet and astringent, leaving people fragrant and memorable.
In this way, immersed in the lotus garden, the wind mixed with the fragrance of lotus, caressing the face into the heart. ...
Chapter 3: Red in the Cloud
I can't help but stop.
Clouds that have lost their center of gravity fall from the sky, some break into pieces, some fly freely in the air, and some sit firmly on the branches like a plate of Wolong. From a distance, it looks like a beautiful little girl in red and white.
A closer look reveals that it is a plum blossom still blooming proudly in the snow. It is red. Snow is white. The two are combined into one, forming a beautiful landscape in the cold winter, and it is also cloudy and red, as if it were frozen in winter.
"A few plums in a corner, cold ling alone." They don't compete with each other like other flowers. They just bloom silently in the winter when the north wind howls, releasing their own flavor. The aroma seems sweet, sweet in the mouth and sweet in the heart. A faint fragrance makes people relaxed and happy, giving people an unspeakable feeling.
Flowers are surrounded by clouds. Their bodies are like a small sun, but the clouds are flawless. "The plum must be white, and the snow loses its fragrance." It is said that snow is whiter than plum blossoms, but I am just the opposite. I think plum blossoms are also white, pure and crystal clear. Snow is just another form of water. It is lifeless. But plum blossoms are completely different. It is a child of nature, bathed in sunshine and growing constantly. White as jade, nothing can compare with it.
"The blade comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold." Plum blossoms are tenacious and self-reliant, because it is not the warm and pleasant spring breeze that blows plum blossoms, but the cold wind that attacks people. It is not the quiet spring breeze that nourishes everything, but the snow that falls to the ground with frost.
I love it, love its whiteness, love its beauty and love its self-improvement. Will not drift with the tide, and will not bow to difficulties.