傲骨雪梅
已经分不清是哪一年的记忆了，只记得那年冬天特别冷，寒风呼呼的吹着,吹到脸上如同刀割一样疼。路上人来人往川流不息，却不见一丝暖意；我骑着自行车慢悠悠的行进着，时不时可以在路边看见松树苍翠地站在白皑皑的雪地里,随着凛冽的西北风,摇晃着身子,发出尖厉刺耳的呼啸,像是有意在蔑视冬天。
‘冬天确实让人生厌，尤其是北方的冬季’我默默地想道。半小时的功夫来到工作的地方，跳下车子准备停车，低头时无意看到远处景色格外显眼，雪白的道路旁赫然有一束夺目的花朵在凌寒中开放，红色的花瓣在雪中是那样耀眼，刺骨的寒风中傲然独放，不由自主间我放下一切靠了过去，只为仔细观赏这大自然的奇迹。
首先是扑面而来的幽香，不浓烈却是恰到好处；笔直的躯干深扎在土壤中，似乎要与天同高；此刻我相信再大的风雪也绝不会折断这束宁折不弯的梅花；无边的雪地，刺骨的严寒，鹅毛似的大雪，重重困难却也无法阻挡它的绽放。不像春季的牡丹那样娇艳动人，或是夏季高贵典雅的紫罗兰，亦或是秋季象征长寿的秋菊；它似乎平淡无奇，在万物休养之时悄然绽放，不在乎另类的眼光，不在乎独守坚持，只为了心中的‘梦想’。看着此花我仿佛看到了一个巨人在我面前，‘他’ 处于艰难环境中依然能坚持操守、主张正义。刹那间似乎是没有那么冷了，有一丝暖意在我心中流淌，就这样我在道路旁蹲坐着看了许久许久。。。。。
I can't tell which year's memories, but I remember that winter was particularly cold, the wind was blowing, blowing to the face as painful as a knife cut. The road is endless, but do not see a trace of warmth; I rode a bicycle traveling slowly, from time to time in the roadside to see the pine trees standing in the white snow, with the biting northwestern wind, shaking their bodies, issued a harsh and shrill whistling, as if intentionally in contempt of the winter.
'Winter is indeed disgusting, especially in the north' I thought silently. Half an hour's work to the place of work, jumped out of the car ready to park, when I looked down, I did not intend to see the distant scenery is particularly conspicuous, snow-white roadside there is a bunch of eye-catching flowers in the cold in the open, red petals in the snow is so dazzling, piercing winds in the proudly alone, can not help but put down all my leaning over, just to carefully watch this miracle of nature.
First of all, the fragrance, not strong but just right; straight trunk deeply rooted in the soil, seems to be the same height with the sky; at this moment I believe that the wind and snow will never break this bunch of plum blossoms rather than bend; boundless snow, biting cold, goose feather like snow, heavy difficulties can not stop it from blooming. Unlike the peony in the spring as delicate and touching, or the noble and elegant violets in the summer, or the autumn chrysanthemums in the fall to symbolize longevity; it seems to be bland, in the time of rest and recuperation of everything quietly bloom, do not care about alternative vision, do not care about the sole adhere to, only for the heart of the 'dream'. When I look at this flower, I feel as if I see a giant in front of me, 'he' is in a difficult environment can still insist on integrity, advocate justice. Moment seems to be not so cold, there is a trace of warmth in my heart flow, so I squatted beside the road to see a long long long 。。。。。
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