There is a little lily in my heart. Although it is small, it blooms with infinite brilliance.

She is very white, very pure, but without any blemishes. She is white because she is pure; she is white because she is beautiful. The flowers bloomed quietly. She didn't let others know, she just absorbed the nutrients silently, and bloomed the whitest flowers silently. Her purity is purer than snow, and her purity is purer than clouds. She is the purest white in the world.

The lily bloomed, and she finally let other "miscellaneous flowers and weeds" know herself. She is a white lily. As a flower, her mission is to bloom. Although the lily is small, it is He did not give up hope of survival, but walked on step by step.

On the edge of the cliff thousands of feet, a few beautiful little wild flowers said: "Haha, stop dreaming, the ugly duckling will not turn into a swan." They laughed, which made the wild lily establish a firm attitude. confidence. I want to bloom, because I want to fulfill the mission of a flower. I want to bloom, not for you to appreciate, but to impress myself.

Lilies work hard to absorb the sun, rain and dew. Until one day, she picked up a bud. She was not happy, just silently...

A few days later, the flowers gradually bloomed, but God was angry, and there was a heavy rain, and the lilies bloomed. After being defeated, she was not discouraged but found her former self again. One bud, two, three, four on the ground, there were more lilies. She did not expect that a heavy rain would scatter the seeds on the ground and in the world.

It laughed, but he did not laugh out loud, he was just happy in his heart. She did not want others to know, because the lilies were blooming...

She is still working hard to absorb nutrients for herself, laughing at her flowers that have long since turned into fossils, but they are still blooming. She knows that it is not easy for me to come here and see the lily that is as uplifting as me. I don’t want to die. I want to live forever, and she knows that's impossible.

She did not waste her life. When she came to the end, she was still absorbing nutrients. There were tear crystals on her petals, but other companions thought they were last night's dew. Who knew that Lily was crying? ah! She knew she was dying. Her flowers had turned yellow and were not as bright as before. She panicked! Those white wild lilies, but she was still full of energy.

Before she left, she told them: "Remember, you are a flower, and your mission is to bloom the most beautiful flowers.

How many years have passed on that cliff? , has been covered with wild lilies, and is known as the "Holy Land of Lily". Many people who have been there can't help but admire it, and how many people are moved to tears by the fragrance of lilies, but people don't know who the bright lily is. . She died anonymously.

But the lilies remembered this sentence:

You are a flower, and your mission is to bloom the purest and most beautiful. Flowers

Part 2

In a remote valley, there is a cliff thousands of feet high. I don’t know when a small plant grew on the edge of the cliff. Lily.

When a lily is born, it looks exactly like a weed. However, it knows in its heart that it is not a weed. "I am a lily, not a weed." The only way to prove that I am a lily is to bloom beautiful flowers. "

With this idea, the lily worked hard to absorb water and sunlight, took root deeply, and straightened its chest.

Finally on a spring morning, the top of the lily A bud was born.

Lily was very happy, but the nearby weeds were very disdainful. They laughed at Lily privately: "This guy is obviously a grass, but he still says he is one. Flower, I really thought I was a flower. I saw that the top of it was not a bud, but a tumor on its head. "

In public, they ridiculed Lily: "Don't dream, even if you really bloom, in the wilderness, your value is not the same as us.

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Occasionally there are bees, butterflies and birds flying by, and they will also persuade the lilies not to work so hard to bloom: "On the edge of this cliff, even if the most beautiful flowers in the world bloom, no one will come. Enjoy it! "

Lily said: "I want to bloom because I know that I have beautiful flowers; I want to bloom because I want to fulfill my solemn mission as a flower; I want to bloom because I know that I have beautiful flowers. to prove their existence. Regardless of whether anyone appreciates it or not, I will bloom! ”

Under the contempt of weeds and bees and butterflies, wild lilies worked hard to release their inner energy. One day, it finally bloomed, and its spiritual whiteness and graceful grace became the most beautiful on the cliff. The scenery.

At this time, the weeds and bees and butterflies no longer dare to laugh at it.

The lilies are blooming one by one, and there is crystal water on the flowers every day. The weeds think they are last night's dew, but only the lilies know that they are tears of deep joy.

Every spring, the wild lilies work hard to bloom and set their seeds. The seeds fell with the wind on the valleys, grasslands and cliff edges, and white wild lilies bloomed everywhere.

Decades later, people hundreds of miles away, from the city, from the countryside, Many children came from thousands of miles away to enjoy the lilies blooming. Many children knelt down and smelled the fragrance of the lilies. Many couples hugged each other and made a vow of "everlasting love". Countless people were moved by seeing this beauty they had never seen before. It touches the pure and gentle corner of my heart.

It is called the "Lily Valley"

"We must bloom silently with all our heart and prove ourselves with flowers." exist. "

Part 3 The Plum Blossoms in My Heart

"There are several plum blossoms in the corner, blooming alone in the cold. I know from afar that it is not snow, only the faint fragrance comes. Everyone must have heard this poem, and it praises plum blossoms.

The four gentlemen of flowers: plum blossoms, orchids, bamboos, and chrysanthemums, with plum blossoms ranking first. , which shows how high a sentiment she possesses.

In the cold winter, most plants, especially the flowers, have suppressed their smiles and disappeared. Hiding, only the proud plum blossoms are blooming!

Look! She is so beautiful, she embellishes the silvery land, but there are no plum blossoms at all. Feeling afraid, she became stronger. In front of her, the howling wind and flying snow seemed to be using bluff to cover up her inner fragility.

Plum blossoms are deeply loved by people. If you don’t believe it, don’t you see her traces in those poems, lyrics, books, and paintings? She has long been deeply imprinted in people’s hearts. People love her, respect her, and cherish her. When she comes to her home, the porcelain vases, scrolls, and folding fans are all covered with plum blossoms! People just can’t put it down!

However, the plum blossoms are not fluttering because of this, she is still her free spirit! Not affected by these honors at all, she still blossoms and becomes a scenery in winter. Because of this, people love her even more.

I gave the diary a name. The word is her name. I love plum blossoms, yearn for plum blossoms, and hope that I can possess her qualities and her good soul. I also wrote a poem in which I mentioned her: "Borrowing a piece of plum blossom's soul." . Because in my heart, plum blossoms are the most noble and pure fairy!

I love plum blossoms so much, but I know that I can’t compare with them. I can only love them in front of her. I bowed my head deeply.

The north wind is howling, the plum blossoms are still in full bloom, she is laughing and singing, singing for a better life!

At this time, I suddenly remembered this sentence. These words must be what plum blossoms sing:

“Let the blizzard come more violently! ”

Part 4 The Waves in My Heart

My heart is like the sea, and every bit of life is the wave in the sea of ??my heart, dotted with it, dotted with it. with my life.

I vaguely remember that at that time I was a naughty little girl of five or six years old. I especially liked the braised goose meat unique to my hometown. At that time, whenever my mother had free time, she would ride her bicycle to a time-honored goose meat shop far away from home to buy goose meat for me to eat. Because I only like to eat lean meat, I don’t eat those skins that are full of fat.

Every time I eat goose, my mother always washes her hands very clean, gently takes out a piece of goose from the plate, carefully separates the skin from the meat, and then carefully follows the top. Tear the meat into small pieces according to the texture, dip it in a bit of particularly fragrant soy sauce, and then put it into my bowl. Every time I put a piece, she will always say: "Eat it quickly, it won't stop when it gets cold." It's delicious." Something like that. When she sees me eating ravenously and having no time to answer her words, she always smiles at me very tenderly. That kind of loving gaze always makes me feel very comfortable and warm.

When I finish eating, she will pick up the dishes and eat the remaining bones and skin. She couldn't bear to eat meat. Sometimes there was a lot of meat left, and she would always put it in the refrigerator and take it out for me to eat the next day. So as a young and ignorant person, I always thought that she especially liked to eat goose skin and bones.

Once, my father and I went to a hotel for dinner. My father ordered a dish of braised goose. This time, I followed my mother's example and separated the meat from the skin. I used a small bag and carefully I put the bones and skin I picked out and took them home.

When I got home, I rushed to my mother's arms and told her with a strange expression: "Mom, I brought good things for you to eat, look!" As I said that, I seemed to be opening something particularly valuable. She opened the plastic bag in the same way as the jewelry, but the smile I was particularly looking forward to did not appear. I saw that her eyes were wet, the tip of her nose was red, she squeezed out a stiff smile, and the corners of her mouth moved, After a long time, I said, "It's okay, sand got into my eyes." I sat on her lap and said, "Mom, let me blow it for you. It won't feel uncomfortable if you blow it." I blew gently, As she blew, my mother's tears fell...

That incident has been buried in my heart. Every time I think of it, my heart surges. I will remember it forever, forever.

The waves in my heart

The golden childhood and beautiful fantasies are like a colorful rainbow weaving a brilliant tomorrow... They have stirred up countless waves in my heart. There have been countless reveries...

That wave inspires me all the time and makes me forge ahead. I will never forget that wave no matter when and where I am...

When I was young When I saw the first ray of sunshine in my life - (the road to becoming a master of science in China), I realized that I am born with talents that will be useful. If you don't give up on yourself, it will be hard to give up. I understand that you will gain if you work hard. To be honest, That book still inspires me to this day. As time goes by, I understand that if I want to be successful, I must first be patriotic.

Since then, the word "patriotism" has been surrounding me in my heart.

The wheels of time are turning slowly, and the sea of ??books has brought me into the history of more than a hundred years ago. From the photos that prove the history, I saw the "burning of the Old Summer Palace" and the "burning of the Old Summer Palace". "Nanjing Massacre", seeing the first unfair treaty "Nanjing Treaty"... tears rolled back and forth in my eyes, those are my compatriots, that is my home! Why is this happening? I hate that I can't defend my hometown. I hate that China is so cowardly that it can't even defend its own land or even its own people. In my grief and anger, I deeply understand that if you fall behind, you will be beaten. As the future of China, how can I just sit back and watch...

I will never forget the flying move of Shenzhou 5 in 2003, and the creation of Yang Liwei Miracles: In 2006, Shenzhou-6 killed people again, and now, Chang'e-1 is launched again... I am excited, I am proud, and the seeds of a powerful nation are also planted in my young heart.

Among the countless waves, that one wave - patriotism, impacts my heart from time to time. When I fail, it makes me stand up again. When I succeed, it inspires me to move forward...

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I believe that in the deepest part of my heart, it - that unforgettable wave, will definitely accompany me through the ups and downs of life.

I may be just one flower among thousands of flowers, maybe you are just a part of the deep sea. He promised you to be insignificant, but you let me always remember - I am the future of the Chinese nation, I am the blood of the Red Army. , I am a descendant of Yan and Huang, and my ancestors have set the best examples for me. I know how to go in the future.

The spray in the heart

Maternal love is a ray of sunshine in winter, which dispels the biting frost; maternal love is a sweet rain after a long drought, moistening the cracked skin. In the heart; maternal love is a beacon in the ocean, pointing out the hope of new life.

Since the last time, the conflict between my mother and I has been lingering. Everything my mother does for me is seen as her atonement. Today I finally understand everything, understand my mother, and understand maternal love.

Today, my mother and I sat down to have a meal together. The dishes were also very rich, including fish, meat, shrimp, and many vegetables. My mother gently moved the delicious food toward me and said, "Huaying, eat more and you will grow taller. You won't eat until school." I ignored it, but I saw the bright smile on my mother's face. Her smile was as beautiful and warm as the sun. At this time, I also saw that the wrinkles around the corners of my mother's eyes were getting more and deeper, the white hair on her head had grown much longer, and her hands seemed to be getting rougher.

After dinner, I went to the room and turned on the TV to watch. It was almost three o'clock, and my mother asked me to pack my things and prepare to go back to school. At this time, I saw my mother holding an orange that had just been picked from the tree. I took it with both hands and put it in my schoolbag. Suddenly, a warm current came to my face with a strong maternal love. The mother dusted herself off and breathed a sigh of relief, as if she had completed some historical mission. The mother said with a smile: "Don't forget to bring a few bottles of milk, some apples, and dates! Are you cold in school? Do you want me to take the quilt for you?" "Mom, I don't want it." , I shook my head and turned around immediately, because my tears fell as if they were broken. I wiped my tears quickly, fearing that she would be heartbroken when she saw her. When I turned around, I saw my mother's haggard back, her gray hair, and the clothes she had worn for many years. Looking at the famous brand on my body again, I burst into tears again.

"Who says that the heart of an inch of grass can repay three rays of spring?" Yes, mother is like the wind, and I am like a sail. Mother's love helps me set sail; I want to cut the wind and waves for my mother, and splash a wonderful world. spray.