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In a  remote mountain valley, one is up to breaking the precipice of thousands of chi. Wonder anything, broken precipice edge a longer small lily.

When the lily had been just born, grew as the same as the weeds. However, it knows in the heart oneself is not of weeds.

Its is in the heart of hearts, there is an inherent pure thought: "I am a lily, not of weeds. The only method that can prove I am the lily, open the flower beautiful. "

There is this thought, the lily absorbs moisture and sunshine hard, take root deeply, chest very much straight directly.

In the early morning of one spring at last, bore the first bud on the top of the lily.

Very glad in the heart of the lily, but nearby weeds are not considered worth doing very much, they are laughing at lilies privately: "Fellow this one grass obviously, say oneself whether one spend, think oneself whether one spend really just, I do not think what formed on the top of it is the bud, but the head has tumour. "

Public occasion, they ridicule the lily: "You mustn’t dream, even if you will really bloom, in the field of this wilderness, your value is not the same as ours yet. "

There is bee butterfly’s bird’s sparrow flying over too once in a while, they will the lily too be tried to persuade needn’t make great efforts to bloom: " at edge of these disconnected precipice, even if open the most beautiful flower in the world, no one will come to appreciate! "

The lily is said: "I want to bloom, because I know I has flowers beautiful; I want to bloom, is for finishing as the solemn mission of a flower; I want to bloom, is because of the existence liking proving with the flower oneself. Whether people have appreciated, no matter how you see me, I will bloom! "

Under the scorning of the weeds and bee’s butterfly, the energy of release heart hard of the tattle. One day, it bloomed at last, the white and beautiful graceful bearing very much of its intelligence, become and break the color most beautiful on the precipice.

At this time, the weeds and bee’s butterfly will never dare to laugh at it.

Lily one one in full bloom ground, flower pay, have sparkling and crystal-clear drop of water every day, weeds think that dew for last night, lily oneself know that deep joyful tears married drip extremely only.

In spring every year, the tattle blooms hard, form seeds. Its seed falls at the mountain valley, grassland and cliff edge, is full of the pure white tattle everywhere with the wind.

Decades later, as far back as one hundred li of persons outside, come from the city, from the village to appreciate the lily blooms from afar. A lot of children kneel down, hear the fragrance of taking a sniff at the lily; A lot of lovers embrace each other, make " the life-long happiness and perfect harmony " Oath; Countless persons see this beauty that has been never seen, can cry, touch that pure a gentle mao of heart.

There, is called " the valley of the lily "

No matter how others appreciate, the lily all over the mountain remembers the instruction of the first lily sincerely: "We will bloom quietly wholeheartedly, prove one’s own existence with the flower. "

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