I remember once upon a time, for a time, my study plummeted and my temper became extremely bad. The sincere advice of a good friend is taken as hypocrisy by me; My parents' disappointment, I think they have given up on me. Until a little girl selling flowers changed all this.
That day, I walked alone in the street, with the kindness of my classmates who refused to approach. My grades have regressed a lot, and I am a little sad. People on the road come and go, and they are in a hurry. Who will care about my sadness?
Where is my sad little girl? No, never. Maybe only lonely birds in the sky can accompany me! I wish I were a bird … "Want to sell flowers?" A silvery voice interrupted my thoughts. A little girl about my age, thin figure, holding a few lilies in her hand, saw this girl, and a kind of intimacy came to my heart. I talked to her: "How old are you?" "12" is really my age. "Buy some people named Qiu Hua! Very cute! " There are really four little daisies under the lily, which look unremarkable. Look carefully, just after sprinkling water, those pearl-like dewdrops are still there, and there seems to be a hint of aura in the flowers. I like it a little, so I bought it all. The little girl said happily, "I always introduce them to people, but only you buy them." How lovely they are, aren't they? ""Are you going to school now? "I asked." Mother is ill, and there is no money for me to go to school at home. I have to take care of my brother. "Just a few words touched me and gave me an impulse to think about six categories. The little girl changed the subject: "but I believe I can go to school one day." Listen, I'll give it to you. " With that, she smiled like an angel, handed a small paper boat and left. I saw the word "reading" written on the boat, and the boat also vaguely revealed the warmth of the little girl. At that time, her heart was ...
On the way home, I couldn't help thinking. Although my grades are not good. But I can attend classes, wear beautiful clothes to school, and ... I gradually envy myself, and I will soon like to plant a few A Man Called Autumn Flower flowers. They are not as noble as lilies; I don't want a beautiful figure like a rose. She is just an ordinary chrysanthemum, but she has her own loveliness and innocence. She doesn't envy anyone, because she firmly believes that she has a beautiful place, and no one else did at that time. She is happy to have these, and she is satisfied to have these.
I look envious.
People pursue beauty and stay away from hardships, while people yearn for light and abandon darkness. It is people's basic cognitive judgment of good, evil, beauty and ugliness that has contributed to the continuous pursuit and progress of mankind. And this yearning for good things is envy. Envy makes people see the goal of struggle.