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When the grass is pressed by the boulder, there is a belief that it is fearless and straight. When the butterfly is trapped by the cockroach, there is a desire to let it release itself and rush out of the cage. This is the voice of life, although tiny, but it is the most beautiful voice in the world. Even a delicate dandelion, in the face of difficulties, can also write a strong voice of life. That morning, the sky was gloomy, and the gray color made people feel extraordinarily depressed. I wandered the path in the garden and looked at this deserted world. It was gradually raining, and I couldn��t get back home, hiding under a wall. In a panic, an inconspicuous dandelion came into view. It was a weak dandelion - the thin stems seemed to break when touched, and the leaves were thin, as if the wind was blowing, the petals would fall on the flowerbed and falter. I gently knelt down, gently stroking its delicate petals with my fingers, watching it whisper and crying in the rain, can not help but feel sad for this small life. The rain is getting bigger, the wind is swelling with dark clouds, and the raindrops of the beans are licking their faces Cigarettes For Sale. I retracted my fingers and bent back under the wall. In the rain curtain, the dandelion swayed the waist, and the tender green tip curled up, and the sound of "sand sand - rustling" was emitted in the wind. As the rain is getting denser and denser, the wind is getting stronger and stronger, and the dandelion is shaking more. The white, delicate, small umbrella-like fluff was rolled into the air by the storm, tearing it, turning it into pieces, flying without a trace. My heart seemed to be stunned by people, and the pain of nowhere came to my heart. The dandelion pulled up hard, but it was forced to bend over, and the dignity made it hard to feel the waist again, but it could not be realized. I couldn't take the wind and rain Cheap Cigarettes, and gently covered my petals with the petals. The dandelion gradually stopped swinging, but it still shivered in the cold rain. A thunderbolt exploded at the horizon, and I was shocked and retracted. The dandelion was once again exposed to the wind and rain. The dandelion was wet, and the rain hit its body and made a squeaking sound. A gust of wind blew again, and it seemed that it had to be uprooted. It struggled to establish its roots and stubbornly raised its head. It seemed to be shouting loudly: "Let the storm come harder! I am not afraid of a wave of unrest. A wave of ups and downs. In a hurry, a person flies away, his steps are heavy and powerful, and he can easily step on the flat and weak dandelion with one foot. "Never! "I clenched my hand and tried to stop this tragedy. It was too late, and the rickety dandelion was suffocated by the man. I walked over and took the dandelion, unconsciously, two drops of tears dripping on it." Green leaves. The rain is still down, the wind is still blowing, I buried the dandelion in the soil, its petals have been completely knocked down, leaving only bare branches. My heart flows through a trace of sorrow for the fate of dandelion Sighing. I waved goodbye to it and prayed for it. At night, I sat by the window and watched the green willows combing my wet hair, still remembering the poor dandelion. Is it okay? Such a strong storm must have buried it. Another morning, I went to the dandelion with grief and anticipation. What surprised me was that it was not dead, but more vibrant. Before the dandelion swept away, it was dying. It was straight and thin. Although there was no fragrant petals, it still smiled confidently into the sky. The leaves were washed by the rain and became more bright and stretched. Exudes a breath - the faith of life. I stunned and looked at the arrogant dandelion, and the ear seemed to sound its shouts and vows in the storm, and the new roots had to make a "squeaky" sound, though tiny. But it's strong! I put my ears close to the ground and listened to the sound of life moving up. This small, but intensely playing sound of life rhythm is so small that it exudes the vitality of life Newport 100S. This is the most beautiful in the world. The sound, this is the strong voice of life!
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