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百合的故事(国外英文资料) In a remote valley, there was a cliff of thousands of feet. I dont know when, a little lily grows out of the edge of the cliff. The lily was born just like a weed. But it knew that it was not a weed. It deep inside, there is an inner purity of thought: I am a lily, not one individual plant grass. The only way to prove that I am the lily, is the beautiful flowers. With this idea, lily worked hard to absorb water and sunlight, deeply rooted, and stood upright on the chest. Finally, on a spring morning, the first flower bud was formed at the top of the lily. Lily was very happy, near the weeds is, they are secretly laughed at lily: this guy is obviously one individual plant grass, it happened that say oneself is a flower, also really think oneself is a flower, I dont see it on top of buds, but the mind long tumor. Public, they are ridiculed lily: you dont have a dream, even if you really will flower, in this field, you value is not like us? Lily said: I want to, because I know I have a beautiful flower, I want to bloom, is in order to complete a flower the dignity of life; I will blossom, is because I like to spend to prove himself. Regardless of people appreciate, no matter how you look at me, I want to bloom! In the contempt of the weeds, the wild lily tries hard to release energy. One day, it finally blossomed. It is the most beautiful color on the precipice of the precipice. At this time, the weeds would no longer dare to laugh at it. Lily flower blooming flower, a flower on a glittering and translucent water every day, the weeds are thought it was last night dew, only oneself know lily, it was very deep, tears of joy. Every spring, the wild lily tries to blossom and bear the seeds. Its seeds, along with the wind, fell on the sides of the valley, the grasslands, and the cliffs, and were full of white lilies. A few decades later, people in the hundreds of miles away from the city, from the countryside, came all the way to admire the lilies. Many child