From the window of my room, I could see a tall cotton-rose hibiscus. In spring, when green
foliage1 was half hidden by mist, the tree looked very
enchanting2 dotted with red blossom. This inspiring neighbor of mine often set my mind working. I gradually regarded it as my best friend.
Nevertheless, when I opened the window one morning, to my
amazement3, the tree was almost bare beyond recognition as a result of the storm
ravages4 the night before. Struck by the
plight5, I was seized with a sadness at the thought "all the blossom is
doomed6 to fall". I could not help sighing with emotion: the course of life never runs smooth, for there are so many ups and downs, twists and turns. The
vicissitudes7 of my life saw my beloved friends parting one after another. Isn't it similar to the tree shedding its flowers in the wind?
This event faded from my memory as time went by. One day after I came home from the countryside, I found the room
stuffy8 and
casually9 opened the window. Something outside caught my eye and dazzled me. It was a plum tree all
scarlet10 with blossom set off beautifully by the sunset. The surprise discovery overwhelmed me with pleasure. I wondered why I had no idea of some unyielding life
sprouting11 over the fallen
petals13 when I was grieving for the hibiscus.
When the last
withered14 petal12 dropped, all the
joyful15 admiration16 for the hibiscus sank into oblivion as if nothing was left, until the landscape was again
ablaze17 with the red plum blossom to remind people of life's alternation and continuance. Can't it be said that life is actually a symphony, a
harmonious18 composition of loss and gain.
Standing19 by the window lost in thought for a long time, I realized that no scenery in the world
remains20 unchanged. As long as you keep your heart
basking21 in the sun, every dawn will present a fine
prospect22 for you to unfold and the world will always be about new hopes.