On a vast expanse of land in Russia, there was a tiny seed. It was carried here by the wind and landed on a seemingly unfriendly piece of land. The ground here was extremely hard. Due to the long - lasting cold, the soil was frozen as solid as a stone. The surrounding environment looked very desolate, and not many plants could grow here. But this little seed had a brave spirit and didn't want to give up the chance to grow just like that.
The small seed began its arduous growth journey in this frozen soil. It tried hard to take root, but the frozen soil was so difficult to penetrate. Its tiny roots hit the hard soil again and again, and each time it was as painful as hitting a wall. However, the seed didn't give up. It continuously adjusted the direction of its roots, trying to find a relatively soft place in the soil. It had a belief in its heart, which was to grow into a towering tree and bring vitality to this desolate land. After countless attempts, it finally managed to take root a little bit, and this little bit of root was like its foothold on this land.
With roots, the seed began to strive to absorb nutrients from the soil. Although the nutrients were scarce, it didn't let go of any bit. Finally, one morning, when the first ray of sunlight shone on this land, the seed sprouted a small bud. This small bud was so fragile that it seemed as if a gentle breeze could break it. But it was full of vitality. It raised its head, facing the sunlight as if greeting it. There were also glittering dewdrops on the small bud, like pearls formed from the sweat of its hard growth.
The growth of the small bud was not smooth. Soon, a snowstorm arrived. Snowflakes were falling in profusion and the wind was howling. The small bud was swayed about by the snowstorm and it felt that it could be broken at any time. But it held on to the land tightly, using its tiny body to resist the invasion of the snowstorm. It remembered its dream of becoming a big tree, and this dream gave it strength. It stood firmly in the snowstorm, like a little warrior.
The snowstorm finally passed and the footsteps of spring quietly arrived. The warm spring rain moistened the earth, and the small bud, as if getting nectar, absorbed water desperately. Under the nourishment of the spring rain, it began to grow vigorously. Its stem became thicker and thicker, and it had more and more leaves. Its color also became more verdant and full of vitality. It was no longer that fragile small bud, but a vigorously growing small plant.
As time went by, the small plant grew taller and taller and gradually grew into a small tree. Its crown began to become thick and lush, bringing a small patch of shade to the surrounding land. Looking at some small grass starting to grow around it, it was full of pride in its heart. It knew that its growth had also brought some changes to this land. Although it was just a small change, it believed that it would become stronger in the future.
Many years passed, and that small tree had grown into a towering tree. Its trunk was thick and strong, and its crown was like a huge green umbrella. Birds built their nests on its branches, and small animals took shade under its tree. This big tree had realized its original dream. It had become the most magnificent presence on this land. Its bravery and perseverance made this once - desolate land full of vitality.
