Tell me a touching story.

lin qingxuan

In a remote valley, there is a cliff thousands of feet high. I don't know when a Sayuri grew on the edge of the cliff.

When the lily was just born, it looked like a weed. However, it knows in its heart that it is not a weed.

In its heart, there is a pure thought: "I am a lily, not a weed." The only way to prove that I am a lily is to produce beautiful flowers. "

With this in mind, Lily tried to absorb water and sunshine, took root deeply and straightened her chest.

Finally, on a spring morning, the first bud grew on the top of the lily.

Lily was very happy, but the weeds nearby were very disdainful. They laughed at Lily privately: "This guy is obviously grass, but he says he is a flower, but he really thinks he is a flower. I don't think it's the top bud, it's a brain tumor. "

In public, they mocked Lily: "Stop dreaming, even if you really blossom, your value is different from ours in this wilderness."

Occasionally, bees, butterflies and birds fly by, and Lily will be advised not to bloom so hard: "Even if the most beautiful flowers in the world bloom on this cliff, no one will appreciate them!"

Lily said, "I want to blossom, because I know I have beautiful flowers;" I want to blossom in order to complete my solemn life as a flower; I want to blossom, because I like to prove my existence with flowers. No matter whether anyone appreciates it or not, no matter how you look at me, I will bloom! "

Under the contempt of weeds and bees and butterflies, wild lilies strive to release their inner energy. Finally, one day, it bloomed, its white spirit and graceful charm became the most beautiful color on the cliff.

At this time, weeds and bees and butterflies dare not laugh at it anymore.

Lily is in full bloom, and there are crystal drops on the flowers every day. Weeds thought it was dew last night, and only lily knew it was tears of deep joy.

Every spring, wild lilies strive to blossom and bear seeds. Its seeds fall with the wind on the edge of valleys, grasslands and cliffs, and white wild lilies are everywhere.

Decades later, people came from hundreds of miles away, from cities and rural areas, to enjoy the blooming of lilies. Many children knelt down and smelled the fragrance of lilies; Many couples embrace each other and make a vow of "a hundred years of harmony"; Countless people have seen the beauty they have never seen before, moved to tears and touched the pure and gentle corner of their hearts.

There, it is called "Lily Valley".

No matter how others appreciate it, the lilies all over the mountain will always remember the teaching of the first lily: "We should bloom silently wholeheartedly and prove our existence with flowers."