Morning glory in the wind and rain

Buddha said that everything has spirituality. The encounter between people and flowers also has unspeakable karma in previous lives. Some beautiful things are always irreplaceable; Some ties are destined to be long and soft.

Today's rain is the biggest since autumn. There is a little scratching in the intermittent rain, and there is no intention to stop. In order to give my husband an umbrella in the rain, I was in a hurry, but I happened to meet those delicate morning glory blooming in the wind and rain at the corner roadside.

Living in a bustling city for a long time, I rarely see wild, unrestrained and wanton bouquets, especially bright red trumpets falling from the sky, and they suddenly come into view in the mournful autumn rain, which makes people feel a little surprised and surprised when they are caught off guard.

Look! Morning glory is in full bloom in the green bushes, and beautiful flowers are one after another, and some are in bud; Some are like shy little girls; Some are like innocent children's little faces; Some ..... They are red or purple, short and pithy, unobtrusive, unrestrained, calm and calm, trying to stretch their bodies, swinging their skirts up and down to explore the unknown world, climbing up along the branches of the roadside, and freely spilling their own fragrance. They don't give in to fate, they don't want to be bound, they are born regardless of the environment, they are not afraid of thorns, go forward bravely and sprinkle scenery all the way.

? For a long time, I thought that the morning glory as thin as a cicada could not stand the ravages of wind and rain. However, when I faced them so close, I was really moved. I was moved to open the window of my heart that had been dusty for a long time, and long words flowed silently and gently in the rain against the morning glory. The intermittent rain falls on the delicate morning glory, and then drops down, crying like complaining. Even if some flowers are damaged by rain, the rain still rolls on their faces, looking up at the sky, blooming its beautiful face and playing the symphony of fate. They seem to be stronger and more beautiful in the wind and rain, emitting a burst of fragrance, which makes me respect.

I think that only those who are still walking in fields and paths in the rain can see her strength and charm. Oh! Morning glory, you are the spring in autumn, you are a wonderful flower of pastoral scenery, and you are a beautiful scenery in nature!

It is said that the scenery is on the road, and the morning glory on the roadside may be inconspicuous. Its image is not tall enough, its shape is not straight enough, its color is not eye-catching enough, and its taste is not fragrant enough. Even so, it does not affect its beauty. It completed an ordinary life with its own faith and firmness.

As a wild morning glory, she does not have the elegance of peony, the pampering of roses, the charm of tulips, the nobility of orchids and the fragrance of osmanthus, but her diligence, tenacity and gentleness make people respect.

So, if we can't make delicate and charming roses, elegant and noble orchids, fragrant and pleasant lilies and stunning tulips, what's wrong with being a small morning glory? Even in the wind and rain, we must strut and move forward fearlessly!

(No.193 for more text of the 365 Extreme Challenge Training Camp)

(July Dream Community, Chapter 40)

Qi's Writing from the Media, 6th issue, article 12.