I“m always thinking what is life?
That afternoon, a storm blowing this small village, for under a heavy rain in the afternoon, a child hiding in a corner shivering, an afternoon as one dark night, the wind kept against the village, and heavy rains constantly scour the small house, the child to sleep quietly.
Suddenly "bang" a huge thunder bombing to the child the near space in the home, the child awakened by the thunder and lightning, and rain also seemed to have been the way lightning to stop. Children listen to outside not under the rain, slowly walked to the outside, when he went outside, he was shocked and the surrounding ruins, the child cry, cry is so sad, walked unsteadily forward, he didn“t know what“s ahead, confused, not careful, he falls down, couldn“t help it, he cried again, cries resounded through the sky.
Also at this time, I met a flower, it is so bright red, beautiful, it has been heavy rain destruction on the petals of marks, the marks to him to do more beautiful now.
I see, what is life? , in my opinion is this flower, no matter how difficult life to it, it will stick to live don“t give up, life is the will, is to try to, is the struggle, is tenacious, I looked up and walk back..