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Standing under a tree, waiting for a ride, I suddenly
noticed a patch of climbing ivy. Its lushness reminded me of a scene where
people unite to resist outside forces, like facing wind and rain together.
It was both awe-inspiring and reassuring, like a promise of "new hope after
a dark night."
As the leaves swayed in the wind's embrace, I pinned all my hopes and joys
on this climbing ivy, asking the wind to carry them upward. Each time, my
heart climbed along with the ivy.
Climbing and climbing, until I reached the tender buds of spring willows. I
sang a cheerful song, weaving a garland full of buds, then lay down on the
grass under the warm sun, enjoying a peaceful sleep.
Climbing and climbing, until I landed on grandma's old fan on a summer
night. The fan's cool breeze repelled mosquitoes, and I lay there
half-awake, counting the stars in the sky.
Climbing and climbing, until I reached the colorful autumn leaves. I took a
long needle, tied it with a long thread, and sewed the leaves together in a
small forest! I dragged my long tail out of the woods in the evening,
leaving behind the rustling of the leaves.
Climbing and climbing, until I landed on the snow-covered mountains of
winter. I stood on tiptoe, gazing in the distance, hoping to reach that
beautiful place in my dreams. The sight of snowflakes melted my heart, and
tears flowed down my cheeks.
We are like the climbing ivy that has just emerged from the soft and warm
soil. Our life's color is just a tender green sprout, but seemingly fragile
as we are, we are already pondering and sketching out the blueprint of our
life.
Neither harsh cold nor scorching heat can shake our willpower. We will not
be deterred by wind and rain, nor the whistling of the wind and the rumbling
of thunder. We consider them as the march of life, full of hardships and
unspoken bitterness in our hearts, but we never give up or become
despondent. Instead, we hold onto our ideals, strive for self-improvement,
fulfill our missions, and keep fighting.
With our tenacious will and perseverance, we will proudly climb to the
rooftop. We will approach the leisurely white clouds near the sky and let
the greenery spread and thrive on the wall. The climbing ivy is a metaphor
for life's journey, reminding us to persevere and stay determined on the
path towards our dreams. |
