I can't help but stop writing and look at the windowsill.
I have never seen it so tenacious in my life, only a touch of new green, dotted with a color of life on the weather-beaten branches. It is not obvious, let alone striking, but in my mind, he shines in the sun. Go forward and touch it gently, and you can see the clear veins of the leaves. A soft and comfortable feeling flows between your fingers, like a child's tender cheek. Look at the leaves beside them. Some are not fully stretched and rolled together, and the top is reddish brown, like a shy little girl.
Osmanthus fragrans has withered here, and there are no friends who stop to watch in this small plant world at home, and there is no faint fragrance. That's it, the rubber tree that accompanied me for ten years. It is so humble that it can't even compare with a nameless flower. But it is still growing. Under the cruel and broken wounds, one piece, two pieces ... a touch of new green is quietly emerging, and they compete with each other, bringing people a new breath.
"I have regained the hope of life!" They are laughing.
"I have regained my vitality!" They shouted excitedly.
Gently stroking the slender but tall branches with your hands, a feeling of vicissitudes of life and sincere admiration arises spontaneously. I stared at this humble rubber tree silently, feeling that it is not just an ordinary plant, but an eternal spirit. That touch of new green, like a gurgling stream, flows into my heart. It took away all my troubles and unhappiness, and also took away the heavy burden that has been pressing on my heart. What left me was a kind of joy and encouragement to regain confidence.
I can't help thinking that ten years ago, it first came to our house and grew up with me. It watched me grow, and I forged a deep friendship with it. But a few months ago, I was beheaded. I once thought with regret, perhaps, it will never be as prosperous as before!
Seeing that it has finally sprouted and is full of vitality, my heart is full of joy, and that touch of new green is slowly flowing in my heart.
Flowers and people will encounter all kinds of setbacks, but the long river of life is endless. I touched the cheek-soft leaves again. It rises slightly and is growing sturdily. What brings me is the motivation to move forward.
Meditate for a long time, lower your head and continue to complete the heavy learning task. In this unpredictable ocean, I seem to be driving a boat and starting to explore knowledge. ...