诗歌鉴赏。
                                                                                                 成功的花，
                                                                                                 人们只惊羡它现时的明艳，
                                                                                                 然而当初她的芽儿，
                                                                                                 浸透了奋斗的泪泉，
                                                                                                 洒满了牺牲的血雨。