Write a paragraph about the beauty of wild flowers.

The flowers are so beautiful

In the late winter morning, I dragged my tired body to the balcony. There was a vast white mist outside the window, as if a naughty child had painted the entire city with a brush overnight, which brought me only endless coldness.

The white fog was so thick that I couldn’t see the surrounding scenery at all. The 19th floor became higher. I felt like I was alone in the sea of ??clouds, and I felt like I had lost the lighthouse on the foggy sea. On the boat, I suddenly realized the loneliness, coldness and loneliness described in the sentence "I miss the long journey of heaven and earth, and shed tears with sadness", and my heart became even colder.

Even under my careful care, my beloved plants cannot withstand the cold and slowly die. Even if I worked hard with 120,000 points, I still failed in the exam. A gust of cold wind suddenly roared like a galloping beast, taking away the last dead leaf on the plant, and my heart fell to the bottom.

Unable to stand the annoying weather, I turned around and prepared to go back to the house. But at the moment when I turned around, a flash of purple clothes jumped into my eyes. What is that? This purple color came from the dead creeping plant. I stepped forward out of curiosity, only to find two green stems winding upward around the dead branches. Their tiny trunks were shivering in the cold wind, but There are still small purple flowers blooming at the top of the flower stem! What opened was a dancer in a purple dress, raising her proud head in the cold winter and dancing a dance of life in the wind; what was in bud was a noble girl hiding her face with a purple fan. Women, with their fiery lives, silently mock the coldness of winter; the flowers and bones are girls who are accumulating strength. In their seemingly petite bodies, there is infinite vitality hidden, which only waits for the day to bloom. Leave no stone unturned! My heart was deeply shocked. I couldn't imagine what kind of wind blew these two seeds up to the flower pot on the 19th floor. I couldn't imagine how these two seeds broke through the shackles of the soil in the severe cold, took root, sprouted, and... flowering. I never knew that plants have such vitality and can bloom with the brilliance of life even in the depths of winter!

This group of flowers used their fiery lives to challenge the cold winter! There are already hundreds of feet of ice on the cliff, but there are still beautiful flowers and branches!

Plants are like this and stand proud in the face of adversity. As a living person, how can I bow to difficulties?

Plants will always wither, some wither in late winter, and the rest wait for the next spring in the frozen soil, but these two plants choose to bloom in the cruel cold winter! There will always be difficulties on the road of growth. Some people cannot bear the blow and sink, and some people move forward around the troubles. And I, like these flowers, should challenge the difficulties in front of me and move towards the dawn. Walk in stride!

Another gust of cold wind blew, and the flowers danced even more happily. I seem to hear them singing a hymn of life in the cold winter, so passionate and fiery!

When I raised my head, the white fog seemed to slowly dissipate, and a ray of sunshine penetrated the clouds and shone on me. I smiled - I will definitely walk through this hard-fought road to success with my head held high. Road, because there is a purple flower blooming like fire in my heart!

The most beautiful flower in my heart

There is a wonderful thing in the world called love. It is like the warm wind in spring, the scorching sun in summer, the red leaves in autumn, and the auspicious snow in winter; It's the plucked guitar and the murmured short poem, like a rainbow covering the canvas, like smoke dancing in the dusk. It makes a flower bloom in my heart every day.