昂起头来，真美！
曾记得，老家的院子里种着一棵老槐树，有多老？或许十年、二十年……谁也记不清。每每花开，满树的花个个都骄傲地昂起头，向你绽放甜甜的笑脸，吐露盈盈的清香。破败的小院也因为那满树洁白绚烂的槐花仙子，笼上了淡淡诗意。是的，在我心中，每朵花儿都是一个昂起头微笑的仙子，散发着由内向外的活力、美好。
直到有一个雷雨夜，沧桑的老槐树竟轰然倒下，苍老、盘结的根有一半露出地面，满地洁白凄美的槐花似在宣告着一个生命的终结，它们再也昂不起头了……我目睹了生命之美丽与渺茫的交错，怅然无语。
后来，我被父母带到城里上学，沉重的书包、无尽的题海，让我无法再抬头看一棵树、一株花。那场关于生命的唏嘘也淡忘在岁月里。
在一次次的考试中，我一次次败下阵来。我不敢直视老师责备的目光、妈妈关切的眼神与无休止的唠叨，我只好选择低头。都是我不好，一个平庸的人的头颅哪能承受得住那么多爱的重量呢？终于有一天，爸爸带我逃离了妈妈的唠叨，回到阔别已久的老家。我想那时我低着头仓皇离去的背影，大概像一条怯懦又软弱的流浪狗。
还没进门，一阵熟悉的清香便扑面而来。仿佛是谁拨动了心底的那根弦，响起袅袅余音，是它吗？我有些迟疑地推开院门，猛地昂起头，瞬间被眼前的景象惊呆了：一树洁白的花朵闯入眼帘，当年垂死的老槐树勃发生机！每一朵槐花仙子都换上了崭新的白裙子，昂起盈盈的笑脸，向我打招呼。我不由得快步走上前去弯下腰来，指尖轻抚老槐树苍老的树皮，旋即直起腰昂起头来，笑了。这些天来，头一回将头昂得这么高，有这么灿烂的笑。笑着，心头却像打翻的五味瓶，最终，到底是那一点酸漫上了鼻尖与眼角。
我就像在迷谷丛林中迷路的人，一直低着头找出丛林的路，一抬头，却是满树繁花。
是的，困难与挫折并不可怕，怕的是胆怯的心。一个垂死的生命尚能勃发生机，漫漫征途上的一点坎坷又能算什么呢？
告别曾经低头躲避的自己吧，昂起头来，重踏征程，总有一树繁花在尽头等你。
昂起头来，真美！
Hold your head up, it's beautiful!
Ever remember, there was an old locust tree planted in the yard of my hometown, how old is it? Maybe ten years, twenty years... no one can remember. Every time the flowers bloom, all the flowers on the tree raise their heads proudly, blooming sweet smiles at you, revealing the fragrance of abundance. The dilapidated courtyard is also filled with a touch of poetry because of the white and splendid locust flower fairy. Yes, in my heart, every flower is a fairy with a raised head and a smile, exuding vitality and beauty from the inside out.
Until a thunderstorm night, the vicissitudes of the old locust tree fell down suddenly, half of the old, tangled roots were exposed to the ground, and the white and poignant locust flowers on the ground seemed to announce the end of a life, and they could no longer hold their heads up... …I saw the beauty of life intertwined with the vagueness, and I was speechless.
Later, I was taken to the city by my parents to go to school. The heavy schoolbag and endless sea of questions made me unable to look up at a tree or a flower. The sigh about life was also forgotten in the years.
In the test again and again, I failed again and again. I didn't dare to look directly at the teacher's reproachful eyes, my mother's concerned eyes and endless nagging, so I had to bow my head. It's all my fault, how can a mediocre person's head bear the weight of so much love? Finally one day, my father took me away from my mother's nagging and returned to my hometown after a long absence. I think the back when I left in a hurry with my head bowed was probably like a cowardly and weak stray dog.
Before entering the door, a familiar fragrance rushed to the face. It seems that someone has plucked the string in the bottom of my heart, and a curling reverberation sounded, is that it? I pushed open the courtyard door with some hesitation, raised my head suddenly, and was instantly stunned by the sight in front of me: a tree of white flowers burst into my eyes, and the dying old locust tree came to life! Every locust flower fairy put on a brand-new white dress, raised her smiling face, and greeted me. I couldn't help but hurriedly stepped forward, bent down, stroked the old bark of the old locust tree with my fingertips, then straightened my waist and raised my head, smiling. For the first time these days, I held my head so high and smiled so brightly. He smiled, but his heart was like an overturned five-flavor bottle. In the end, it was the bit of sourness that filled the tip of his nose and the corner of his eyes.
I was like a person who got lost in the jungle of the Lost Valley. I kept my head down to find the way to the jungle. When I looked up, it was full of trees and flowers.
Yes, difficulties and setbacks are not to be feared, but fearful hearts. A dying life can still flourish, what is a little bump in the long journey?
Say goodbye to the self who once bowed your head to avoid, hold your head up and re-tread the journey, there will always be a tree and flowers waiting for you at the end.
Hold your head up, it's beautiful!
