Some people like the chrysanthemums in all shapes and sizes, some like the delicate roses, and some like the leafy crab claw lilies, but I like the simple and unpretentious cacti.
I didn’t like it at first: the sharp thorns didn’t bloom yet, and it was ugly. And one day, I went to the balcony to look at the flowers and was accidentally pricked by a cactus. The excruciating pain made me completely angry and I didn't water it for several days. Autumn is approaching. Even if I water the flowers every day, they will eventually wither. I looked at the cactus subconsciously and suddenly found that it was greener. I don’t know when a few small buds sprouted. What a tenacious vitality! I can't help but have a good impression of it.
A heavy snow bid farewell to the golden autumn and ushered in the harsh winter. The cactus is still green and tall, showing its vitality. I really like it. Its indomitable spirit is so worthy of peoples admiration! Whether it is forgotten in loneliness or unfairly treated in contempt, the cactus remains unmoved and will still stretch out its tender stems for people to eat. I will still decorate the boundless desert with my own green.
Ah! Cactus, you have been silently contributing to human beings all your life. As long as there is soil, you can sprout; as long as there is sunshine, you can thrive! Do the most beautiful and beautiful things in life only belong to those? Colorful colors and majestic appearance? Simplicity in nature, tenacity of will, and everlasting youth are the most beautiful things. Doesn’t the cactus have these characteristics?
