我喜欢花,喜欢花的那种精神——不管是在墙角、石缝,还是在山尖、岸边,它们都能扎根、发芽、开花;无论在什么艰难的环境下,它们都能顽强地生长。粉红色的仙人掌花,我喜欢。你看它的花瓣,一层又一层,重重叠叠,直至怒放。这不正是它们在“远大目标”的指引下,坚持不懈的奋斗结果吗?五彩的野菊花,我喜欢。它落在哪里,就在哪里生根,不选择天,不选择地。在狂风暴雨中,在烈日寒霜下,它依然傲 I like flowers, like the kind of flower that spirit - whether in the corner, the crevices, or in the mountains, the shore, they can take root, sprout, flowering; no matter what the difficult environment, they are able to tenaciously Grow. Pink cactus flower I like. You see it’s petals, layers after layer, overlap, until full bloom. Is not it because of their unswerving struggle under the guidance of “lofty goals?” I love multicolored wild chrysanthemums, which I like. Where does it fall, where it takes root, not to choose a day, not to choose. In stormy weather, it is still proud under the scorching sun