Deeply love with these words: life is like a journey. Do not mind where your destination is, but do care what is here and what has happened while going forward.
       When being young, I was totally free as I could even manage lollipops by crying. However, I gradually realized that I was not the baby of everyone for being common, never special or unique. Therefore, I gradually became mischievous, disordered and wild. Thus, my moniker- wild Lily came.
       Everything was seemed to be unsatisfied even with my full heart and soul. One day, I shouted out to my teacher and left the classroom. Wandering in shrubbery, I didn’t dare to call parents for help with horrible scenarios in mind.
       Till the fearful night came, I began to cry with helplessness like a lost bird and hoped there was an angel who could survive me. This miracle did not happen, but someone was there. It was my dear grandmother. When seeing her, I, out of control, cried and jumped up to her with freeze legs. She put me on a coat and showed me this supernatural flower in my life-wild lily. She said, although no rich man appreciated and bought it as growing in valley instead of a greenhouse, yet it was still colorful, fortitudinous and scented by spreading happiness to famers and passersby. As for wild Lily, they are in spring once it is in. You are our wild lily forever, being pretty, silvery, quiet, perseverant and smart. 
       Going with these words, I am up and become more active and beautiful than ever before like a wild lily smile and bloom in the valley.