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The flowers in the greenhouse are more beautiful than other flowers. They are not afraid of the wind and rain, they want the wind and rain, and the sun is shining. They live a very comfortable life. They are like the elite in the flowers, not afraid of difficulties, and they are attended by "slave" gardeners every day. Whenever people pass by, they will praise them and stop to appreciate them carefully. In an inconspicuous corner, a lonely little tree grows. Although the weather is very hot, the slender branches gradually turn yellow, and the whole tree has long lost its spirit. When it is most tired, the gardener comes to water the flowers. The gardener accidentally stepped on the branch of the young tree, and the young tree suddenly felt burning pain. In order to survive, it is deeply rooted in the deep soil, absorbing only a little water from the soil and surviving strongly. Finally, the original sallow and emaciated has become energetic!
Winter came, and one day, the circuits and heating facilities in the flower shed stopped working, and the cold invaded their warm home. Without the protection of heating, they began to wither and suddenly lost their vitality. They shivered and complained in the cold air, and some even began to wither. However, the young trees are still full of vitality. It is not afraid of cold and heat, nor of wind and rain.
Many children are only children now. Like flowers in a greenhouse, they are held in the palm of their hands by their parents and served by their grandparents as small ancestors. They want to play with water, but their parents won't let them, for fear of getting their clothes wet; They want to play with sand, but their parents don't let them play because they are afraid of getting their clothes dirty ... One day, in the park, I saw a father holding a child, and grandpa was still coaxing him with snacks, but he was still crying. When he goes to school, his father always picks him up by car. If he has a minor illness, it will be even worse. They are like enemies, and the whole family is sending him to the hospital ... The love of mom and dad is actually doting, which invisibly sets up a cage, firmly locking the children and making them lose the ability to fly freely. Perhaps children who play with water can build a small dam on a small ditch in the future, and it is possible to build a river dam in the future; A child playing with sand may become a great architect in the future. ...
Children should rush out of the cage and become eagles fighting the wind and waves, not sparrows seeking comfort and flowers in greenhouses.