花瓣承载着对生命的参悟挣脱枝桠的怀抱在最美的季节嵌入那浊浊黄土那声音微弱却犹如一粒碎石闯入平静的湖面在我心中,泛起一抹涟漪坠入不见天日的泥土之中与之交融她在翻转,在挣扎终于化为一抷春泥来年,花又开好了她还是她依旧是枝头最美的花落地那一瞬在我心中铿然有声抛却世人的赞美之音纷纷扬扬奔向冰冷的泥土是花的勇气那声音那微弱的声音 Petals bearing the understanding of life to get rid of the embrace of the branches in the most beautiful season embedded in the turbid loess that voice is weak but like a gravel broke into the calm lake in my heart, a touch of ripples crashed into the disappearing soil In which the blend with her in the flip, finally became a struggle in the spring, a flower Chunyao years, she and her flowers or she is still the most beautiful flowers that moment in my heart, The icy dirt is the faint sound of the voice of courage of flowers