Looking back · Sophora japonica blooms For several days, worries have been clinging to me like cobwebs - the promotion exam is coming up again.

My mind was filled with homework, and I was dumbfounded. It was right to lower my head and think about it: books are originally made of wood. If there are too many, it will naturally become like this.

Walking in the sunshine, my feelings began to revive: the street was warm, everything around me was so fresh and beautiful, as if I was a baby who had just come to this world - at this time, I thought that I was really a genius, baby,

It was indeed a baby that had just landed, breathing heavily... Suddenly, I froze there.

I could clearly smell a hint of fragrance in my nostrils. It was faint, but full of the desire to expand, spreading everywhere.

Surprised, I looked around.

The locust trees beside the road are covered with layers of flowers: the low ones can be touched by standing on the wall, and the high ones can only be looked up at; the open ones are holding the flower sacs, and the fragrance is spreading.

The ones that are not open are still soaking in the sunshine, brewing hard, brewing.

Yes, the locust flowers are blooming.

It seems like yesterday that I discovered the first new green grass this year.

My heart couldn't help but tremble: time flows by us inadvertently, without stopping, without looking back.

Flowers bloom and fall, grass and trees flourish and wither, and in the long journey of life, how many times have you stopped to admire the blooming flowers around you?

On the one-way street of life, have you ever paid attention to the scenery passing by outside the car window? Weren't you still anxious about the exam just now?

There cannot be only asceticism in life.

Because it would be so sad to pick the flowers that bloomed in the morning in the evening!

Epiphyllum is an epiphyllum, only the fragrance remains the same. Epiphyllum appears once.

I still can't forget the surprise of seeing Epiphyllum for the first time - the moonlight was as bright as water, the cool breeze was like water, it spread its arms so lightly, like an elf, otherworldly, without any distracting thoughts, it's breathtakingly beautiful.

But, it was so short.

The price paid for this beauty is the shortness of life, which fades away without tears or hesitation, leaving only infinite sighs and memories.

Life should be like this; beauty should be like this.

No matter how beautiful the flower is, it will grow old day by day. Instead of doing so, it is better to be like an epiphyllum. Although its life is short, it will leave its youthful beauty forever in the world. It will never let any broken branches and leaves tarnish its innocence. The reason why the epiphyllum is beautiful.

, lies in the ultimate beauty of life it displays - a short-lived beauty that is thrilling and captivating.

It can be imagined that in the world, the beauty that can really move people's hearts is nothing more than a fleeting moment, very short but fixed in people's hearts - a cup of hot tea in the middle of the night, a pair of gentle hands caressing the tearful cheeks, facing...

A fearless moment in difficulty, a moment of transcendence when climbing a tall building alone, a word of comfort in a desperate situation, and a tear that touches the heart of love...a moment that is frozen in the heart.

Don't say that they are too short-lived, don't say that they cannot last long, they just obey their inner strength, break out from the heart at the most appropriate time, and show the world a clear view, a little aloofness, and a sentimental feeling.

A touch of emotion can extend their lives for thousands of years - the best preservation place in the world is the memory of the human heart. Why shouldn't the beauty that lives in people's memories last for thousands of years?

The body passes away, but the spirit remains forever.

Don't stop in the garden, because there are no unbeatable flowers; don't indulge in real pleasures, because there is no inexhaustible wealth; don't dream of immortality, because without spiritual support, it is just the skin of a walking corpse.

It is better to be an epiphyllum, which drifts away at the most beautiful moment, leaving only a wisp of fragrant soul.

Be an epiphyllum, leaving your fragrant breath and your aloof beauty - a short life, the ultimate beauty.

Fallen leaves The autumn wind blows suddenly, filling the pond with originally graceful and graceful green lotus leaves; the lotus flowers, which are as plump as grease and seem to be ashamed of themselves, add to the tragic gloom.

The field is like a dancing girl's skirt, as gleaming and graceful as a jade carving. It is carried away by the flow of time and brought to an unknown and distant paradise. Only the beautiful memories are left in dreams.

A tall poplar tree beside the pool whispers in the autumn day.

The leaves fell one by one, and some swirled in the air for a long time before falling to the ground reluctantly.

It seems that it is very reluctant to leave the big poplar tree, the mother who raised it. It looks back frequently and feels no longer attached to it.

Some fell from the branches above and hung on the branches below.

It was a true embrace and a persistent attachment.

The autumn wind is ruthless and the autumn day is speechless.

After shaking for a while, it was forced to leave the branch and slowly landed on the water.

There was already a thick layer of fallen leaves along the pond. Suddenly, among the withered yellow, there was a dark green leaf that was very eye-catching.

Why is this leaf so young?

Perhaps it is the last blooming leaf of the poplar tree. It has not finished its life course and is still dreaming of the sweet dream of youth. Unexpectedly, the ruthless autumn wind arrives as scheduled with unhurried steps and an indifferent face.

, like other leaves, are forced off the branches.

The time has come for them to part ways for the final time, and there is no choice.

Who cares about a green leaf that is not yet mature?

Another gust of autumn wind blew by, and the pond became noisy. The voice seemed to say: Wait until next year.

oh!

I understand, they are not depressed, let alone sad, they are quietly brewing, brewing a brighter and better spring... Wow - a burst of applause and the noise of children interrupted me.

meditation.