What are the insights between wild flowers and life?

Perceptions of wild flowers and life:

There are inspirations everywhere in life. They grew up with me and told us what to do and what not to do. Around one o'clock in the afternoon, a strong wind suddenly blew, blowing the branches wildly, and some saplings were almost uprooted, making a "swishing" sound, and playing a "Symphony of the Wind", which was not a beautiful melody, but a "whispering" sound. It was that horrible roar.

Dark clouds suddenly appeared in the white and blue sky, and the dark sky seemed to be wrapped in a layer of gray cloth. The big spider on the wall was blown by the wind and fell from its web. The birds in the sky stopped flying and the sky was heavy. After a while, the wind stopped, and a drizzle began to fall in the sky. The branches were shaken slightly by the beating; a layer of water had just accumulated in the small pit at the bottom, and the light rain would form circles of ripples when it hit it. .

After a while, there was thunder and rain, and the rain turned from drizzle to heavy rain. The sounds of "swishing, swishing, rumbling, rumbling, rumbling" mixed together, which was thrilling.

I was lying on the balcony, staring intently at the large tracts of small wildflowers downstairs. They were soft and weak, and looked so fragile. I watched these wildflowers being beaten by the heavy rain and looked like they were "degrading". “The stems are all discounted. Looking out the window, the trees and houses can't be seen clearly. The raindrops hit the glass and made a "pop, pop" sound, like someone knocking on the glass. I was really worried about the wild flowers downstairs.

The rain has stopped, and the air feels as if it has been purified. It is especially fresh, with a fragrance of earth. Look! The water on the branches was not dry yet, and there was a "tick-tock" sound, hitting the flowers. I quickly ran downstairs to take a look at those poor little wild flowers. When I took a look downstairs, I realized that these little wildflowers did not succumb to the heavy rain. They held their heads high and accepted the washing of the heavy rain to exercise themselves.

This is the wild flower, it makes me understand how a person faces life. In times of failure and setbacks, there is nothing better than to face everything bravely.