Xiaoxiao under the wind and rain

It was a white lilac tree. In spring, the tree was covered with a little frost, and it was covered with white flowers, like little silver stars, sometimes attracting passers-by to stop and watch.Just because the fireworks are easy to be cold and the time is easy to pass, the spring cold has not completely faded away, and the flowers will fall one by one.

One morning, I passed by there, and I smelled a scent of flowers from a distance, a natural scent, rich and strong, which seemed to make me feel a little buoyant.Looking up, there are very few flowers, only empty branches slanting horizontally.Bow your head, the white broken petals all over the ground have been crushed pitifully by the people coming and going. I think how many people watched and praised it at the beginning, but when it is not as exquisite and moving as before, it becomes a thing under people's feet. victim.

Involuntarily, thoughts drifted out.I thought about the fact that I didn't do very well in the last few exams, and some of my best friends on weekdays were also a little alienated from me.I also don't want to lose my wings because of this, but these days I am really depressed, and I don't know how the next exam will be...

At this time, when the wind suddenly picked up, some flowers were scattered here and there, but the fragrance did not weaken at all. It was really "scattered into mud and dust, only the fragrance remains the same".I closed my eyes and imagined, suddenly, I seemed to see the white lilacs falling from the tree, like snowflakes, but whiter than snowflakes, like butterflies, but lighter than butterflies, Spinning in the air, spinning.

A gust of wind blew by, and the wind lifted the body of the fallen lilac petals, rippling between the sky and the earth.Many people say that flowers bloom with a sound, but I heard the soft sound of falling flowers.The eyes opened, and a lilac petal was falling down, slowly, slowly, falling to the ground without disturbing anyone.

Maybe after I'm gone, someone will step on them again.But the process of the lilac falling just now is still in my mind.To me, the falling flowers are as beautiful as the blooming ones.Take a closer look, there is a little bit of green between the branches, presumably in the near future, this lilac tree will be lush with green leaves.

In fact, the Tree of Fallen Blossoms did not give up hope, but continued to work hard and accumulate strength.Luohuayouqing: Falling is not disappearing, let alone the end, but another beautiful beginning.Life is also like this white lilac. When the wind and rain are not going well, the flowers will be gone, but after we continue to work hard, new flowers will bloom again, showing a new splendor.I thought of myself, and believed that as long as I didn't give up and kept fighting, I would eventually show my own brilliance.

There is a sound of falling flowers, and the hope in its heart can be heard.

Falling flowers have feelings, igniting my belief in chasing dreams.