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妈妈的书房里一直摆放着一张黑白照片,照片上,她正微笑抚摸着一株野百合。我很奇怪,月季那么妩媚,桂花那么香甜,梅花那么孤傲……妈妈为什么独爱那一株平淡无奇的野百合?妈妈告诉我,这张照片是在“百合谷”拍的。很久以前这里一片荒芜,直到有一天,一条狭窄的岩缝里忽然钻出了一株小百合苗。一开始它混在杂草里,一点都不显眼。但是,这株百合的内心深处仿佛有一个坚定的念头:我要证明我是一株百合,而不
Mother’s study has been placed in a black and white photo, she is smiling and stroking a wild lily. I am very strange, so charming rose, sweet-scented osmanthus, plum so arrogant ... why the mother alone love that a bland wild lilies? Mom told me that this picture is in the “Lily Valley” shot. A long time ago here a barren, until one day, a narrow rock crevice suddenly drilled a small lily seedlings. It was mixed with weeds at first, not at all conspicuous. However, this plant lily seems to have a firm heart in my heart: I want to prove that I am a lily, not