心中的花儿

在暗的末端，我疾走。

在光的初始，我飞奔。

那远远近近迷茫的影，散落空白的旅途。黎明的光线，是我路过黑暗的标签。——题记

阳光的脚步轻盈，踮起脚，我够不着它的肩。清风的歌声细絮，侧耳聆听，我听不到它的音符，时光的轨迹蔓延，茫茫一片，只留下或深或浅的碾痕，附和着悠悠的吟唱。

那是个五月的早晨。天空依旧是飘忽的灰。我乘车去市郊，狭长的公路上，只有我们这一辆车踽踽独行。窗外飘来五月的熏风，让人清新明适。可我的心却依旧疲惫，仿佛在黑暗中摸索，不知自己所做的是为了什么。在车子轻微的颠簸中，我睡着了。一会儿，我来到了一片花的原野。

那是一片斑斓的花海。红色的是杜鹃和樱草，蓝色的是兰花和天竺葵，像是把失落的春天全部集中似的，这些花儿在人迹罕至的地方，灿烂地盛开了。

究竟有多少年没有来过这样的地方了?是很久以前，自己一个人骑车路过的花地，还是更久以前自己和同学在夕阳下奔跑过的原野，或者是曾经的曾经送给挚友的卡上印有这样的图案，后来那卡片遗失了，图案却成了印在心底的影像?

望着这开到天涯的花，我觉得自己的心仿佛被擦亮了，仿佛心中也有了一粒花的种子。我感觉那是一株白色的小花，花茎纤细地微微颤动，花影也渐次萌动，种子被一瓣瓣花紧紧包着，啊，这就是我心灵深处的花啊!在我绝望时、受挫时，它都一直静候在那，等待花开。

为了心中的花开，我得怎么做呢?

要不怕冷不怕黑，也不怕寂寞，最重要的是，要坚信自己能开出花来。这是，我觉得我变得容易喜悦了，我的心情像一把灵敏的弦，轻轻一拨，便有悦耳声响。窗外的阳光，车内好听的歌以及蓝天中的鸽哨，都使我开心。

原来，我之前的一切的一切，都是为了心中的花开。那些孤独的黑夜，是为了反衬黎明的光明。

心中的花儿啊，我还会像一直以来那样，静静地，轻轻地，等待你的花开。

英语翻译：

At the end of the darkness, I walked quickly.

At the beginning of the light, I galloped.

The confused shadows far and near are scattered on the journey of blank space. The light of dawn is the label for me to pass through the darkness. --Inscription

The sun's footsteps are light, and I stand on tiptoe, I can't reach its shoulders. The Qing breeze’s singing is fine, listening carefully, I can’t hear its notes, the trajectory of time spreads, a vast expanse, leaving only deep or shallow grinding marks, echoing the leisurely singing.

It was a May morning. The sky is still erratic gray. I drove to the outskirts of the city, on the long and narrow highway, only our car walked alone. The May smoky breeze floated outside the window, which made people fresh and comfortable. But my heart is still tired, as if groping in the dark, not knowing what I am doing for. In the slight bump of the car, I fell asleep. After a while, I came to a field of flowers.

It is a colorful sea of flowers. The red ones are rhododendrons and primroses, and the blue ones are orchids and geraniums, as if all the lost springs are concentrated. These flowers are in full bloom off the beaten track.

How many years have you not been to such a place? Is it the flower field where I drove by myself a long time ago, or the field where I and my classmates ran in the sunset a long time ago, or it was once given to a close friend. There was such a pattern printed on the card, and then the card was lost, but the pattern became an image printed in the bottom of my heart?

Looking at the flower that bloomed to the end of the world, I felt that my heart seemed to be polished, as if there was a flower seed in my heart. I felt that it was a small white flower, the stem was trembling slenderly, and the shadow of the flower gradually sprouted. The seeds were tightly wrapped by petals. Ah, this is the flower in my heart! When I was desperate, I was frustrated. At that time, it has been waiting there, waiting for the flowers to bloom.

What do I have to do for the flowers in my heart to bloom?

Either you are not afraid of cold, dark, or loneliness, and most importantly, you must firmly believe that you can bloom flowers. This is, I feel that I have become easy to be happy, and my mood is like a sensitive string, with a light stroke, there will be a pleasant sound. The sun outside the window, the nice songs in the car and the pigeon whistle in the blue sky all made me happy.

It turned out that everything before me was for the blossoming of the flowers in my heart. Those lonely nights are to reflect the light of dawn.

The flower in my heart, I will still wait for your flowers to bloom quietly and gently as always.