暮春，窗外雾朦朦，细雨绵绵，晶莹的雨滴洒在窗玻璃上，溅散了窗外春天的生机；冷风裹挟着空气中的雨滴，呼啸着，似乎要把一切摧毁。
In late spring, the fog outside the window is hazy, and the drizzle is continuous. Crystal raindrops sprinkle on the window glass, scattering the vitality of spring outside the window; The cold wind carried raindrops in the air, whistling as if it was about to destroy everything.
为什么，我这是怎么搞的？那次书法比赛没拿一等奖的场景又一次浮视在眼前，仿佛一个梦靥扼住咽喉，我的眼眶又一次浸满了泪水。
Why, how did I do this? The scene of not winning the first prize in the calligraphy competition once again floated before my eyes, as if a nightmare was gripping my throat, and my eyes were once again filled with tears.
“没事的，孩子……”身后房门开了，传来一个熟悉的声音：“去看看院子里的花吧。”我拭了拭眼角的泪花，转过身向院子走去。
It's okay, child... "The door behind me opened, and a familiar voice came from behind:" Go take a look at the flowers in the yard. "I wiped away the tears from my eyes and turned around to walk towards the yard.
“啊！是一品红？”“对呀，你怎么不想看看它在这风雨中的样子呢？”妈妈上前帮我推开了门。
Ah! Is it a poinsettia? "" Yes, why don't you want to see what it looks like in this storm? "My mother stepped forward and helped me open the door.
雨中，远望去，一只只红蝴碟在院子里随风翩翩起舞。我从没见过这么美丽的花，便加快脚步跑去，来到了一品红身边，看着那些花瓣像一个个红红的大辣椒，又像一团燃烧着的火焰，在雨中飘曳摇晃着。这团火，雨淋不坏，浇不灭，我心中暗自思忖：一品红为什么不会凋零？
In the rain, from afar, red butterfly dishes dance gracefully in the yard with the wind. I had never seen such beautiful flowers before, so I quickened my pace and ran to the side of the poinsettia. Looking at those petals, they looked like red chili peppers and a burning flame, swaying and swaying in the rain. This fire cannot be destroyed by rain, and cannot be extinguished by watering. I secretly pondered in my heart: why doesn't the poinsettia wither?
“你看呀，一品红在雨中摇曳，但它却没有花”。“什么？没有花！”我转过头问妈妈：“是呀，一品红没有花，但它将叶子开成了花！”……
Look, the poinsettia sways in the rain, but it has no flowers. What? No flowers! "I turned my head and asked my mother," Yes, poinsettia doesn't have flowers, but it turns its leaves into flowers
我心中不宁的心绪散尽了。是的，一品红没有花，正是在这毫无希望，毫无余地的境况下，它却将叶子开成了花，这是一种什么样的毅力，什么样的勇气的啊！正因为一品红把叶子开成了花，所以才让花不会在其他花都凋零的时候枯落，才会让“花”能够一直像火焰一样燃烧不止！
My restless emotions have dissipated. Yes, the poinsettia has no flowers. It is in this hopeless and hopeless situation that it has turned its leaves into flowers. What kind of perseverance and courage is this! It is precisely because the poinsettia turns the leaves into flowers that the flowers do not wither while other flowers wither, and that the "flowers" can continue to burn like flames!
那一丛在外人眼中不起眼，甚至卑微的一品红，却用自己的顽强毅力开出了美丽的“花”。它用自己不懈的努力，吸引着人们的目光，而我呢，一次书法比赛的失利，就这样萎靡不振了吗？
That clump of insignificant and even humble poinsettia in the eyes of outsiders has bloomed beautiful "flowers" with its own tenacious perseverance. It attracts people's attention with its unremitting efforts, but for me, after losing a calligraphy competition, am I so listless?
看着眼前这团熊熊烈火，我心中被一种力量占据着。是的，我怎么可以遇到困难就退缩害怕了，我应该像这一品红那样顽强地在凄风苦雨中美丽绽放呀！
Looking at the raging fire in front of me, a force occupies my heart. Yes, how could I back down and be afraid when faced with difficulties? I should bloom beautifully like this poinsettia in the bitter wind and rain with tenacity!
我擦干眼泪，转身走向书房，铺开了宣纸，我要像一品红那样绽放出绚丽的花朵！
I wiped away my tears, turned around and walked towards the study, spreading out the rice paper. I want to bloom like a poinsettia, with brilliant flowers!