花苞

每个人的心中都沉睡着无数个花苞，有坚强，也有希望，它们在等待着那一瞬间的触动，将他们唤醒，盛开在心房。

坚强的花苞，被那琴声唤醒。

从地下通道拾级而上，忽然，一缕琴声穿过空旷的通道，传入我的耳中。循声而去，在一个拐弯处，一位老人的身影映入了我的眼帘。走近他，细细端详，才发现他的眼里是一片混浊的乳白，已没了生动的黑色，但那双拨动琴弦的苍老的手，却是那样娴熟，那样有力。拉到动情处，老人的身体前后晃动，那把上了年纪的板凳也跟着吱呀作响，但这并未影响到老人的演奏，那琴声更加激昂，撞击着通道的内壁，久久回荡。伫立许久我才发现，自己的眼眶早已湿润，身体的残疾并未让老人就此消沉，而是用音乐展现自己内心的世界。上帝关闭了他眼睛的窗户，却打开了他音乐之门，他用自己的坚强，演奏出一首首不屈的凯歌。琴声中，我感到心中坚强的花苞已在悄然绽放，香气怡人。

希望的花苞，被那双眼睛唤醒。

犹记得第一次看见“大眼睛”的那张照片，便被她深深震撼，手握一支铅笔的她坐在简陋的教室中，一双澄澈的眸望着镜头，在她的眼中，我分明看见了一种对知识的渴求。身在贫困山村的她，内心却有着一种不灭的希望，那是对美好未来的希望，那是对能走出这片大山的希望。我的目光停在她的眼睛上，注视中，她的目光似阳光，唤醒了我心中希望的花苞，我转身面对朝阳，灿烂微笑。

一朵朵花苞被唤醒，自己也在一次次盛开中变得愈发成熟，品味每个画面的韵味，我期待着下一个姹紫嫣红。

英语翻译：

Everyone's heart is sleeping with countless flower buds, both strong and hopeful. They are waiting for the moment of touch to wake them up and bloom in their hearts.

The strong bud was awakened by the sound of the piano.

I climbed up the stairs from the underground passage, and suddenly, a ray of piano sound passed through the open passage into my ears. Following the sound, at a corner, the figure of an old man came into my eyes. Approaching him and looking closely, he found that his eyes were turbid milky white, no vivid blackness, but those old hands that plucked the strings were so skillful and so powerful. Pulling to the emotional place, the old man's body swayed back and forth, and the old bench creaked along with it, but this did not affect the old man's performance. The sound of the piano was more intense, hitting the inner wall of the passage, and echoed for a long time. After standing for a long time, I realized that my eye sockets were already moist, and the physical disability did not make the old man depressed, but used music to show my inner world. God closed the windows of his eyes, but opened the door of his music. With his strength, he played an unyielding triumph. With the sound of the piano, I felt the strong buds in my heart bloom quietly, and the fragrance was pleasant.

The bud of hope was awakened by those eyes.

I still remember the first time I saw the picture of "Big Eyes" and was deeply shocked by her. She was sitting in a simple classroom with a pencil in her hand, looking at the camera with a pair of clear eyes. In her eyes, I I clearly saw a thirst for knowledge. Living in a poverty-stricken mountain village, she has an unquenchable hope in her heart, that is the hope for a better future, and that is the hope for being able to get out of this mountain. My gaze rested on hers, her gaze was like sunshine, awakening the bud of hope in my heart, I turned to face the morning sun and smiled brightly.

Blossoming buds are awakened, and I am becoming more and more mature in blooming, savoring the charm of each picture, I am looking forward to the next colorful.