The air is filled with gentle breath, walking on the campus path, the gentle spring breeze like a pair of delicate and gentle hands, once again stirred my heartstrings.
Stepping into the third year of junior high school, I failed several examinations, and was filled with anger and regret. I have paid so much, but what I can get is failure. It is a tragic failure. On my way forward, the clouds are thick and the sky is dark.
I walk casually, everything around is full of vitality, grass green, tall pines and cypresses, only I am so weak. Inadvertently, a soft branch, gently brushed my face. It turned out to be a grape tree. Under the sun, the green branches and leaves of grapes are shining with dazzling light. Every leaf, do their best to expand the green body, suck every inch of sunshine, every drop of rain. They don't have strong trunks, but they learn to climb. Each branch stretches out tens of millions of rattan wires, tightly grasping everything that can be grasped, and each branch stretches towards the direction of sunlight. When the wind blows, the vines of grapes may sway and fall, but no one can change their determination to grow up. Although the towering tree is strong, it can not change the withering fate; although the delicate rose is fragrant, it can not get rid of the withering end. Only the grape tree, it will be all the desire for life, into tenacity and unyielding. I was deeply shocked.
Why am I confused when a grape tree has such a positive and tough character?
Thoughts like catkins flying all over the sky, once slowed down the pace, can not help but speed up. I know. In fact, you are always by my side. When I am distressed, you comfort me; when I am helpless, you give me confidence; when I am confused, you let me look up at the sky, let me understand the sun, the moon and the stars.
Thank you, my dear vine, for running up my life.