Composition, This Moment, Spring Blossoms .

The bleak autumn wind blew on me, and the falling maple leaves slowly passed like an hourglass, and I shivered, but the bus still didn't come.

Trembling, I stood on tiptoe again and again to look into the distance, but I was disappointed again and again. At this time, suddenly a man came, he was wearing a pair of gloves, and there were many threads, which could be seen to have been mended many times; Baggy trousers are dotted with paint; A jacket was draped casually over the shirt. It seems that he is a migrant worker.

I took a few steps forward looking at him, and he looked at me without speaking.

The bus finally came, I hurriedly got on the bus, and just as I was paying for it, my heart was shocked, huh! What about change? The speed at which I was looking for money sped up all of a sudden, and I must have forgotten to take it yesterday.

At this time, the driver said: "Hurry up, there is no money to get off!" Just when I was frustrated and about to get out of the car, the migrant worker uncle just now, he took out a coin and put it in the cash box, "Bang!

Syllable! Two voices rang out. He smiled at me, and I said to him guiltily:

Thank you! Uncle! ”

The bus drove up, and the uncle walked to the back of the carriage casually, he was an ordinary person's face, but he had an extraordinary heart, and the reason for this was that the world was a better place because of tolerance!

"At this moment, I understand the beauty of the world!"

At that moment, my world was in full bloom.

The wind whistled into my cuffs, and although it wasn't as bitterly cold as winter, it made me feel cold. I walked more and more slowly on the way home. The succession of failed exams, coupled with this mistake, pushed my heart to the ice cellar.

How many times have I wanted to ask myself – what's wrong with me right now? I didn't want to go home right away, and although I knew my parents wouldn't say anything, my inner self-blame forced me to be still. I sat down on the stone steps downstairs and watched the pedestrians coming and going on the street.

My eyes stopped on a pot of flowers not far away - I recognized it, my grandmother's spider plant was very similar to it. Its leaves were yellow and hung limply, only a pitiful green remained at the end of the roots, and the pot was very worn, and the whole flower lay on the stone steps not far away. Apparently, he was discarded.

I walked over slowly, picked it up, and moved it to my side. I looked at it carefully: Dear flower, do you have the same mood as me?

I don't feel like I've been sitting until dusk, and I'm in a much better mood. I carried the spider plant upstairs and put it next to my grandmother's spider plant on the balcony. I watered it a little every day, and after more than a week, I was still wandering listlessly to find that the original yellow leaves of the spider plant I picked up had returned to green.

I was amazed at its tenacious vitality and its ability to grasp the meager nourishment of each day. I couldn't help but realize that my will was not as good as this spider plant, and only a few failed exams overcame my confidence. And it, the spider plant, gave me a complete awakening.

In a trance, a strong orchid bloomed in my heart - at that moment, my world bloomed.

The melting of ice and snow means the arrival of spring, and the orchid melts the ice and snow in my heart, making my heart clear and enlightened. At that moment, my world ...... full bloomAnother orchid.