Weak and strong
Spring was warm and flowers were blooming in May, and walking past the fence walls full of roses, I stopped under the high stone walls and looked up at the walls.
It was a stone wall of hundreds of meters, bare, with a cruel and cold face in winter, and after winter and spring, it was covered with thick green, and it was the ordinary wall-climbing tigers who put on colored clothes.
I don't know much about the past and present lives of the wall-climbing tiger, what I see is the exuberant vines growing in those corners and walls, and the most touching thing to me is the green waterfall on the wall at this time in front of my house.
When spring had just arrived, they inadvertently gave birth to green young leaves, and I had approached and touched his branches, which were so soft that you could bend them into a ring and break them easily. It has no trunk, its support is entirely dependent on these soft vines intertwined and embraced, always climbing to a higher place, even if some move back, but also to let the soft tentacles firmly grasp the rough indentations on the wall, as a fulcrum, let the newly grown branches continue to climb upwards, until climbing to the highest part of the building, even so, its weak tentacles still reach in the direction of the blue sky and the sun, ready to seize another opportunity to make an effort...
After the arrival of spring until the late autumn, she spent every day climbing hard, his flowers were small, green like grains of rice, and often hidden in thick green leaves, not easy to identify. Because it knows: its genes do not have a straight trunk and bright flowers, and there is no attractive fragrance, in order to survive and develop, it can only rely on its own little efforts, only keep climbing...
Throughout spring and summer, it brought the world a thick green, and only in autumn, late autumn or early winter, to be precise, did his leaves turn all red overnight, wrapping the whole wall or hillside in his red robe, and greeting the arrival of winter with the color of fire.
So, in this may when a hundred flowers are blooming, I chose to photograph these wall-climbing tigers in a corner, they are real beings around them, showing the tenacity and upward strength of life in their own way.
I understand that plants don't speak, they use color to express their inner feelings; plants are not weak, they all have their own strength.
Praise you: Trying to climb the wall is like applauding and cheering for your ordinary self.
One point no. Shandong financial writer