我是一颗花的种子,风儿把我带到了一个神秘的山峪,也许这就注定了我的生长不会顺利。在那里,没有肥沃的土壤,有的只是耸立的山石。在那里,没有蜂蝶与鸟雀,有的只是盘旋的苍鹰。在那里,没有小溪温柔的问候,有的只是瀑布的轰鸣。从漫长的沉睡中醒来,当我第一眼看到我的生长环境时,我愣住了,难道我就要在这里成长?我失声痛哭,但是,在这宁静的大峡峪没有人会听到一个百合种子的伤心叹息。流干了泪,我忽然觉醒,看看这些杂草,他们不也是生在这荒凉之地?他们不也是用生命向世人宣告自己的存在?他们既然可以,我也一定能行! I am the seed of a flower. The wind has brought me to a mysterious mountain. Perhaps it is doomed that my growth will not be smooth. There, there is no fertile soil, and there are only mountains. There, there are no bee-butterflies and birds, and there are only circling goshawks. There, there was no gentle greetings from the creek, but there was only the roar of the waterfall. I woke from a long slumber, when I first saw my growing environment, I was stunned. Do I want to grow here? I cried in tears, but no one would listen in this quiet Grand Canyon. A sad sigh to a lily seed. With tears flowing, I suddenly wake up and look at the weeds. They are not born in this desolate place. They don’t use their lives to declare their existence to the world. If they can, I can do it!