我是一株风铃草。山谷里还有许多的风铃草,也有许多风铃花,风铃花很美,白白弱弱,却带着坚毅。但是我从来没有开过花,妈妈告诉我,要想开出美丽的花,必须经过暴风雨的淬炼。从此,穿过暴风雨,开出最美的风铃花便成了我的梦想。今日正是暴风雨来临的日子。轻风一改往日的温柔,弟妹们脸吓得煞白。我直直地站在那儿,迎着风,心莫名地紧张起来。忽然,还没等我反应过来,风陡然变强,一个接一个风头呼啸而来,一 I am a bellflower. The valley there are many bellflowers, there are many Campanula flowers, Campanula flowers beautiful, weak and weak, but with determination. But I never had flowers, my mother told me that in order to open a beautiful flower, it must be tempered and tempered. Since then, through the storm, out of the most beautiful campanula flower has become my dream. Today is the day of the storm. Breeze changed the gentle past, brothers and sisters face scared pale. I was standing there, facing the wind, heart inexplicably nervous. Suddenly, before I react, the wind suddenly becomes stronger, one after another, the roaring thunder, one