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Finding Beauty in Unexpected Places |
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When I first entered high school in the summer, there was a tree in front of
one of the school buildings that caught my attention. Its thick roots were
only planted in a small flower pot, and its trunk stretched upward at an
angle. The leaves of the tree were also unique and exquisite, unlike
anything I had seen before. The top of the tree had already reached the
height of three floors, so it was a pleasure to lean against the railing on
the third floor and admire it.
Now, after a long winter, spring has arrived. Willow trees have started to
bud, and some unknown flowers have bloomed with buds. The air is filled with
floating cottonwood seeds. I wondered: would this unknown tree surprise me?
Would its flowers be beautiful? I imagined it as a cherry blossom tree, with
pale pink petals falling like rain in the wind. I imagined it as a osmanthus
tree, filling the entire campus with its fragrance. I kept anticipating it
like this. However, it seemed to show no signs of growth, remaining dry and
lifeless. The wind blew by, and it didn't even sway. Is it dead?
Midterm exams arrived as scheduled, and I looked at my just-passing exam
papers with disappointment, tears streaming down my face. I felt extremely
disappointed, and along with it came loneliness and sadness. I felt that
everyone around me was neglecting me, ignoring me, and not even bothering to
look at me. My heart was soaked with sadness.
Feeling lonely, I walked up to that tree. It was still the same, devoid of
any vitality. I looked at it and questioned, "You won't bloom, will you?"
Lilacs were blooming, roses were blooming, even wildflowers were blooming
all around the campus. But you, like ashes, surely won't bloom!
Ignoring me like a tree, I sadly turned to leave. Suddenly, I caught a
glimpse of a faint green hue at the top of one of its branches. My heart
sparked with a glimmer of hope. Ah, it must still be alive.
Although my mood remained in a low point, the realization that the tree was
still alive provided some consolation. It was alive, and where there is
life, there is hope. Watching it sprout little by little, my lips began to
curl upwards, and I knew I still had hope.
After a few more days, when I returned to the tree, I was astonished to find
tiny flower buds nestled among the fuzzy little leaves that had already
unfolded. They were about the size of rice grains. It was going to bloom! My
heart filled with excitement and anticipation.
Finally, the day came! As I bid farewell to the pain of midterm exams, the
flowers on the tree blossomed fully. Pale purple petals, bunches of them
nestled between a few green leaves, danced joyfully. They seemed like a
group of trembling-winged purple fairies, smiling at me. I smiled back at
them. The flowers were elegant and lovely, emitting a sweet fragrance. My
heart felt blissful.
This tree was indeed alive, and it bloomed the most beautiful flowers. It
waved its floral bouquet, displaying a late-blooming beauty that surpassed
all others!
Sometimes, flowers bloom late, and my heart fills with hope. Perhaps, I am
like a tree that blooms late, but I will eventually bloom. Although the end
of the term has not yet arrived, I am certain that I will bloom, and I will
bloom with the most beautiful colors! |
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Answer |
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During the protagonist's first year of high school, they became captivated
by a tree on the school grounds. Despite its lifeless appearance, the
protagonist held onto hope that it would bloom into something beautiful.
Disappointed by their midterm exam results and feeling isolated, they sought
solace beneath the tree's branches. To their surprise, they noticed a faint
sign of life—a hint of green. This sparked a glimmer of hope within them.
Days later, the tree blossomed with delicate purple flowers, bringing joy to
the protagonist's heart. They realized that, like the tree, they too could
overcome challenges and bloom in their own time. Despite setbacks, hope and
beauty can be found within. |
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