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By 大连理工附中 初三 李同学 CRIMSON A beautiful flower called crimson, Giving the one who sees it confusion, “Is that an image I envision?” Makes all the people fall in an obsession. Ago Tibet Half-way up the hill, a nine-year old girl, Drolma, with a pretty red plateau face was climbing. She was looking for a kind of red flower called Crimson. Her parents got a horrific disease, which made them unable to move or talk. They were only awake for a few hours a day, twitching continually. The oldest woman, respected by every villager, had told her that only this flower could save her parent’s lives. Several days later, a red flower’s image reflected in her black pupil. It was standing on the white snow, on the top of the mountain, under the bright sunshine. ‘Great! I found it!” Africa The day was so dark. A boy who was born with a black birthmark on his face was crying sadly for his dead dad. A month ago, his dad got a terrible disease. The boy’s dad could do nothing but twitch. Besides him, many Africans got it. The disease was called DEATH. No one was cured. No medicine to take. No possibility to live. Now Tibet “Hello, is that The World Medicine Organization? This is Drolma, a Tibetan. Several days ago, I read the news you put up on the website. I hold a view that DEATH is exactly the same to the disease that my parents had. And I may have the way to help those patients······” Drolma, who has studied Tibetan plants since her parents were cured magically by Crimson, has grown old to twenty. Several days ago, she was so excited to get her first smart phone that she couldn’t wait to learn how to suffer on the internet. Then the news about DEATH which gave her a shock came out. She spent days searching on it to make sure it was that disease before making this phone call. Harvard Drolma is doing an experiment in the lab, wearing the red T-shirt with a capital “H” on it. She is now the student of the university. Suddenly her partners came with words “Drolma, we need your help.” which recall the girl’s memory. “Drolma, we need your help.” Years ago, the research team tried to cure somebody with the flower. They tried it on many patients, but none of them was cured. However, even Drolma, the girl who gave them the way didn’t know why. What’s worse, someone began to say she was a liar and Crimson was just a hype. Hailstones of abuse were pelting her. The girl was being slandered. But the fact that the crimson couldn’t work never changed. So who can define a person is good or bad? People only believe in the presentation that they saw, true or illusory. “Oh, thank god!” said Drolma. Fortunately, with the help of a plant analyze machine, and many days’ hard work, Drolma found the secret. Africans’ skins are black while Tibetans’ are yellow. Therefore, there are differences between Tibetan’s chromosome and Africans’. And the different pigment in African’s body is not incompatible with a substance in the flower. It seemed impossible to solve the problem. But by using the most advanced instrument to distinguish the substance by its properties, the medicine named crimson was eventually developed. Although Drolma once lost her reputation, but luckily, many Africans were saved and she was also admitted to Harvard University to learn pharmacy. Being tired of the experiment, Drolma stops to have a rest. She takes out of her mobile phone, checking the email that her colleague sends from Africa. There is only one picture. The weather is sunny and a man with a black birthmark on his face and his children are smiling happily. | 
