又是一个雨天,我又一次来到了图书馆。时间还早,门还没开,我等在门外,左右慢慢地走动。正在百无聊赖之时,注意到了从前来去匆匆时忽略的一丛绿色植物……一阵强风吹过,雨伞被略微吹歪了,我也不自觉地缩了缩。但抬头一看,那看似脆弱的枝叶,被风刮歪后,却又重新回到原来笔直的状态,似乎那阵风从未来过。那一瞬间,我沉默了,似乎领悟到了一些什么:坚强、永不言弃从来都不是光靠嘴说就行的。真正的顽强,真正的坚韧不拔应该是,无论生活 Another rainy day, I came to the library again. Time is still early, the door has not opened, I waited outside, slowly move around. At a time of boredom, I noticed a bunch of green plants that had been overlooked in my hurry ... A strong wind blew over and the umbrella was slightly crooked, and I unconsciously deflated. But looked up, that seemingly vulnerable branches and leaves, after the wind scraping crooked, but back to the original straight state, it seems that the gust of wind has never been before. That moment, I was silent, it seems that I realized something: strong, never give up never spoke on the line. Real tenacious, real tenacity should be, regardless of life