The tender leaves in the sun are cute. They seem to smile at me. Maybe all these are the words that the flowers tell me and arouse my grateful heart. Yes, drink water and think of the source. For now, I can only do everything well and do better to repay those who have shown kindness to me. Maybe Xiaohua also wants to tell me that it has a grateful heart, and it will repay me with amazement.

On the morning of March in Yangchun, I was surprised to find that the dying flower, under my careful care, had grown tender leaves. This is the grace from heaven. I firmly believe that the cold wind in winter only withers its appearance. It is not dead. Indeed, it has been reborn. The green leaves stretch out in the soft sunshine. All this seems to be in return for my understanding of it.

A gust of fresh and natural wind moved the tender leaves, and I seemed to hear the vibration. No, it‘s the noise of the wind. Listen! The song is passionate and the feelings are solemn: “the wind is rustling, the water is cold, and the heroes will never return.”. I seem to see a group of people and horses seeing off a strong man at the Yishui river. Isn’t it easy to see him off? Jing Ke is determined to assassinate the king of Qin in order to repay Prince Dan Yan. This time I knew that I was in danger, but I went so resolutely,Not even the head. Surrounded by elegy, it sang the magnificent beauty. The ancients had the grace of dripping water to report to each other. What‘s more, it’s the grace of knowing the situation. It‘s the hope for the future, the liberation for the past, and the development of another life. I finally understood that Zhuge Liang’s “dedication and death” was to repay Liu Bei ‘.Gratitude, like a spring, is desperate to repay its kindness, fiercely and firmly.

I was surprised to find that there was still a drop of non evaporated dew on the weak but indomitable young leaves. It was crystal clear and shining. I watched the dew quietly, and there was a man in it crying. The cold wind in the night was biting cold, but he always thought of his mentor Zuo Zhongyi’s inhuman treatment and death in prison. Even a tough man could not help but burst into tears. If the enemy is not eliminated and the country is not determined, the military discipline will not be relaxed.Shi Kefa said: “I fear losing the imperial court and my teacher.”. Maybe the dewdrop was his last wet tear. Thanksgiving is a long flow of water, a drop engraved in the heart, will always pay for it. It‘s a promise that I made. From the time when I met and received kindness, life no longer belongs to me. It’s for the sake of that touching and kindness. I‘d rather burn myself and stick to one persistence until it turns to ashes.

The tender leaves in the sun are cute. They seem to smile at me. Maybe all these are the words that the flowers tell me and arouse my grateful heart. Yes, drink water and think of the source. For now, I can only do everything well and do better to repay those who have shown kindness to me. Maybe Xiaohua also wants to tell me that it has a grateful heart, and it will repay me with amazement.I believe that a tender leaf will keep on striving for success in hardship, blossom and bear fruit, watch my spiritual home, and become the scenery of the soul.