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A wild flower seed fell into a crack in the stone. Next to the stone is a delicate rose. Passers-by all admire the beauty of roses and revel in their beauty.
"What is beauty?" The seed asked the rock curiously.
"Beauty is to bloom your flowers and give off your fragrance." Rock wanted to think and said.
"Really? So can I, because I am the seed of a flower! I want to show my beauty, "cried the seed happily.
The rock was silent, and it sighed silently.
So, with its dream, the seeds began to sprout. However, the cruelty of reality blew out its beautiful dream. It found that under its feet, it was cold, and before its eyes, it was dark. It stretched hard, but to no avail.
"Why? Why can't I do it? " The seed cried sadly and almost despaired.
"Son, you have to give in to fate, sleep quietly and think nothing."
"No, no!" The seed cried and said, "I must blossom, I can't give up!" " "
It gritted its teeth and saved all its strength. If it can't touch the water, it will melt the hard rock with its own sweat and break the cold stone edge; When it can't see the light, it uses its own blood to prop up its delicate body and split the endless darkness in front of it. It doesn't care about the cold wind around it, nor is it afraid of the bottomless abyss in front of it.
Dozens of hard struggles day and night, hundreds of lonely hardships, all for the beauty of the moment.
Finally, the moment that I almost bought with my life really came.
When the first ray of sunshine fell on this land, a petite wild flower quietly bloomed in the crevices of the stone.
"Oh, look! A flower grows in a crack in the stone! " A child's crying attracted many passers-by
"It's incredible, it's beautiful!"
Gradually, people forgot that delicate and charming rose.
"I did it, didn't I?" This seed, oh no, it should be a small flower now, it asks itself silently.
"Yes, son, you really did it! You have paved the way for yourself with all your efforts. You are the most beautiful flower in the world! " The rocks were amazed.
Xiaohua looks up at the blue sky and thinks quietly.
The beauty of a flower lies not in the moment when it blooms proudly, but in the ups and downs it has experienced. The beauty of life lies not in the moment of its success, but in the difficult road it has taken.