Essay competition on the theme of helping students build dreams and build people: Hibiscus blossoms bloom in the morning at dusk
One
It was dusk again, and she was sitting in the corridor beside the playground , eyes looking at the afterglow of the setting sun. The hot golden sunlight fell on the hibiscus tree planted beside the corridor, as if plating a layer of gold on the green leaves. The breeze blows slowly, and the hibiscus petals fall, bursting out into a sea of ??pink flowers. During school time, laughter and laughter passed through her ears. No matter how prosperous the world is, no one notices the sparkle in the corners of her eyes.
Despair, only despair. After the accident at home, her life became like the falling hibiscus flowers. The family's savings could barely sustain her studies. "Maybe only hard work can change these cruel realities," she said silently to herself. In front of her eyes, a few more petals fell sickly in the golden thorns of the sunset, falling into her heart, causing ripples of sadness. She gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with the corner of her clothes...
"I hate hibiscus."
二
After that afternoon, she did not want to go to the promenade again, "If every flower is going to wither, it will fall to pieces after she What else can I do? "My life is still as ordinary as before, but her smile is no longer there.
National Day. Things at home have made her reluctant to return to her sad hometown. So, on the morning of November 1, she wandered around the campus aimlessly. As if attracted by some kind of force - at least that's what she felt - she actually came to the corridor of the playground inadvertently.
The sunshine that day was very warm, and the breeze exuded a faint fragrance. She later told me that she would never forget that morning, the place that changed her destiny. With her back to the rising sun, her long shadow spread gently on the hibiscus tree. The temperature has dropped in autumn, and almost all the flowers have withered. However, the hibiscus tree seems to be enjoying the refreshing cool breeze, and the flowers on the tree are still prosperous. The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and liquid flowed across her cheeks and soaked into her mouth, which was salty.
Three
It turns out that hibiscus is such a strong creature. When the branches fall at dusk, new life will bloom in the morning.
She started working hard. In the morning, she read with the first-blooming flowers; in the evening, she ran around the playground, passing by the place full of petals in every lap, where her heart was.
Not long after, the national scholarship was approved. With the money, her life became much more normal. She began to learn not to ask for money from her family and save what she could. "Mom needs that money more than me. I have to work hard to let her live a good life." She would think like this every time she was tired and sat under the hibiscus tree in a sea of ??pink flowers.
The dawn gradually got later with the arrival of autumn, but her schedule never changed. Every morning at 5:30, you will always see her thin shadow under the street lights on campus and hear her firm and cheerful reading; during class, she is the most active one; at night, the light in front of her desk It would always go out late at night; on weekends, she would sit in that corner of the library, where she could clearly see the hibiscus crown, holding a cup of coffee and enjoying her study life. She learned to cover various fields, learned to participate in various national competitions such as mathematics and physics, and won countless awards. She learned to run between dormitories, teaching buildings, and canteens. When she heard her own footsteps, she watched There is hope, ahead.
No one knows how she survived such a hard life. What everyone sees is her endless energy and her everlasting smile. Effort has become a required course for her, as if without it, life would lose its meaning.
"I once thought that the death of each hibiscus flower announced to the world that it was powerless and fragile. It turns out that every time it falls, it is a warning, a warning of the coming of night. When you After working hard through the long night, what is waiting for you is the new life. "
四
Fate never disappoints those who work hard. She was admitted to the Chinese Workers' College and became what I am now. classmates. When she talked about the past, I can still feel the tears, like stars in the dark night, shining so beautifully. She once told me that there is a poem that goes: "At dusk, the hibiscus blooms in the morning." This is the most beautiful poem she has ever heard. The stubbornness and strength of hibiscus have always been incomparable to humans: even if they die every night, and even if the world never allows a flower to persist through the entire night, no one can stop them from blooming with a bright smile the next day.
The hibiscus blooms in the morning at dusk. It turns out that the petals falling and the flowers dying every night are all in order to fight through the whole night and then bloom more beautifully in the dawn.