A heavy rain is coming, and the wilderness is dark.
The strong wind before the rain howls the grassland.
The wormwood swaying violently in the wind undulated like turbulent waves.[]
The rolling grass branches and dead leaves swept past.
The lonely traveler keeps his head down and moves forward.
The sky is gray.
The earth is also gray.
Even the wind is gray.
The lonely traveler raised his head and took off his water bag.
While I was drinking water, I saw a bright and delicate little flower among the gray wormwood by the roadside.
Maybe it's because he is too short. If it weren't for the chance encounter, the traveler believes that he would have missed this beautiful scene on the journey.
At this time, the little flower was swaying in the wind.
The tender petals have been torn apart.
Perhaps because it was too dry, the originally tender leaves also turned a little yellow.
To be honest, this little flower is not bright and beautiful, and is even a bit ugly.
However, the traveler was so attracted by it that he stopped in his tracks.
Maybe it's because of its strength, maybe it's because it's so boring and gray.
Perhaps, its withered leaves record the grace of the past.
So persistent!
He took off the water bag and dripped the last ray of clear spring onto the petals of the little flower.
The crystal-clear jade-like water drops seemed to be shining brightly.
At that moment, the little flower seemed to be rejuvenated.
A hint of shyness and a hint of blush.
The traveler felt warm in his heart and squatted down quietly.
I forgot the years and my own journey.
Just look at the little flower quietly.
The sky and the earth are still gray and undulating in the vast wilderness.
The strong wind is raging, and the blades of grass are like knives.
The small flowers in the wormwood are swaying gently.
The traveler looked at her quietly, watching her regain her vitality and become as beautiful as before.
Occasionally, the little flower will nod and smile at the traveler, as if meeting him for the first time.
The traveler who had been waiting for a long time stretched out his hand to touch the delicate flowers.
The little flower suddenly became dim in color and looked miserable.
It seemed that he was angry, but more importantly, he was thinking of the first traveler who passed by.
I remember the first drop of water that the first person fell down.
The traveler sighed inwardly and took back his hand.
Look at the little flower that has regained its color and still has a beautiful face.
The traveler felt a little disappointed in his heart.
After all, I am not the first traveler.
Raise your head, look at the gray sky, and look at the distant horizon.
The traveler suddenly remembered his goal and ideal.
But,
What about her?
The traveler turned his head and looked at the little flower who seemed to know nothing. He hesitated in his heart.
The little flowers are still dancing with the wind.
Maybe it doesn't mind, maybe it doesn't know.
But, if she really left, would she be sad?
The traveler looked at the beautiful little flower and found it hard to make a decision.
Leave and forget.
Or wait and wait?
In the raging wind, the traveler's back is still lonely.