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百合花一抹鲜明的乳白色在眼前浸染,随手拨弄杂乱的枯草,惊奇地发现,一朵野百合压弯了枝头。那一抹白,竭尽全力张扬着生命的存在。断残的茎口撕裂出晶莹的浆液,又似在无助地抽泣,却尤其安静。这里是一望无际的荒原,这株野百合挣扎着站起来,傲立在低矮的乱草深处,或许终生无人问津。若没有这次偶遇,生命的绽放、凋零、苟延残喘,直至无息,都了无声息。一株野地里的百合花,我向它鞠躬,只因它亦懂得:即使付出一生的艰辛,也要为绽放而奋斗,不留遗憾。
A bright lily of white lily in front of the dip, readily fiddle with hay, surprised to find that a wild lily bend the branches. That touch of white, make every effort to promote the existence of life. Broken stalk tearing out the crystal clear slurry, like helpless sobs, but especially quiet. Here is the endless wasteland, this wild lily struggling to stand up, standing proudly in the depths of the low chaos grass, perhaps no one cares for life. Without this encounter, the bloom of life, withered, linger, until no interest, are silent. I bow to a lily in the wild because it understands that, even with the hardships of a lifetime, we must strive for the bloom without regret.