Li Ziyu: A tree flowers bloom

Chengdu Stone Room United Middle School 15th Class 15 Li Ziyu

I couldn't help but stop.

I have not seen such a magnificent scenery so far. I saw a gorgeous purple -red color, like a fire burning clouds, holding up the rising sun, without seeing the border, and not seeing the top. The boundless red, connected into one piece, lowered down, as if floating, playing, and growing up. On the purple color cloud, there were millions of shy eyes hidden, and they shrank in the purple petals, secretly peeping at pedestrians passing by with small golden eyes.

Each flower chain was squeezed into a ball, rushing to extend outward, stretched out his slender arm, bathed in the gentle warmth of the sun, and supported the garden without time.

A branches of flowers are gorgeous outside, and the inside is dim. The color is strong inside, as if the red spreads, and spread to the most plump and strongest petals. The gorgeous red looks like a flame, and a small flame burns a ball. The fine sparks bloom freely. It is so unrestrained and passionate, as if the sun reflects the dream.

I was deeply moved by this charming glow. Hongyun dyed the corner of the sky and light up my heart. This hot red red made my dream burn again, like a water pattern hit by a static water and a stone, and there was nothing to extinguish it. I am immersed in this magnificent and gorgeous fire, and I forgot everything else for the time being. Only infinite longing and expectations for the future.

When I was a child, my grandfather also had such a bougainvillea. In the summer, the bougainvillea was very lush and became a different scenery in the community. In late autumn, the purple flowers gradually withered in the cold wind, and the flowers and leaves fell smoothly. I started to worry about the fate of flowers.

Winter is approaching, and the last few leaves of the Delta plum have fallen with the arrival of the first snow. It stands there, but it seems to lose life and lose hope. But in March in the next year, I was surprised to find that the Delta Mei grew new leaves and new branches, along the corners, and quietly rising upwards. It strived to stretch the branches, perhaps just for the little dream -blooming. In the summer, the flowers of the flowers are full of flowers again. And it is still growing, growing towards dreams ...

The flowers bloom and thank you, and your life will be ups and downs, but your dream is fire, igniting the extinguishing lights, and guiding the direction of your movement. I gently stroked the fiery red flowers, where the new hopes were brewing, and the sails of the boat had risen and slowly drove to the distance.

In this red cloud and red light, I couldn't help speeding up.

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