Every June, we always say, "Phoenix blossoms, and it smells like parting". What kind of flower is the phoenix flower? Why is its flowering period the beginning of parting? Lin Qingxuan, an essayist, wrote a book called "Youth Travel", which was written with considerable impetus. Lin Qingxuan said, "What a feeling it is to walk alone in an alley and occasionally look up. The phoenix flowers in other people's courtyard walls are bursting into red, and that kind of flower is a plant grown in my hometown that I haven't seen for several years.". Phoenix flower likes to show its red color, as if it was born for parting. When I was young, I liked to turn phoenix flowers into discs and climb high-rise buildings to be scattered with the wind. Its spinning and falling posture once won many childish laughter, and the past is like these discs drifting away. Even if they spin and fall in different postures, they will eventually disappear. 2/ Phoenix Flower-Miss Phoenix Flower-Miss Phoenix Flower 1. Think of the phoenix flower, then think of the unfinished ambition in my life; When I think of phoenix flowers, I think of the phoenix that is not inhabited by the road. Why should the phoenix flower take the name of "Phoenix"? In this way, people are always taught to fantasize that they are a flying phoenix and will spread their wings at the end of the night. "The Book of Songs. Daya" said: "Feng Huangming is in Gorkon; The phoenix tree is born, and it is in the morning. " Inadvertently float a scene of distinct images; A bird of God fluttered and stood upright in Gorkon, flapping its wings; The sycamore tree, a symbol of nobleness, shows a quite natural face in front of Chaoyang. A teenager, who has always loved the phoenix tree and admired it, suddenly looked up and saw that the phoenix flower was about to leave, and he couldn't help but want to turn into a phoenix tree to face the sunrise, or a phoenix to stand in Gorkon. Or even think that you are a phoenix, standing on the buttonwood tree in Gorkon; Or! As soon as a clear phoenix spreads its wings, it breaks the sky blue! However, in the distance, if there is an intermittent singing of jackals, just like the harmony of a folk song, then it is clear and mysterious that it is winding in the main melody, knowing clearly that it is not important. That ballad that has been sung for more than a thousand days will be eclipsed without a short chorus at the end. So the phoenix flower arouses not only the memory of become a butterfly who became a butterfly as a child, but a period of pity when he dreamed of phoenix. For example, the impression of fire, coupled with the singing sound of jackals, awakened the teenager's dream and realized that he was neither a phoenix bird nor a phoenix tree. Finally, I saw my face in a broken dream. It turned out to be just a teenager. It turned out to be just a nightmare. The life of seeking knowledge, which has been going on for several years, is about to pass without any trace. Just as Dahong passed by, the crowing was heard, even though the crowing was broken, it left a touching sadness. And a teenager who dreams of phoenix and burns, just like others, quietly waits for separation, standing on the hill before sunset, trying to make the setting sun into night, and only the night is dark, so as to subtract the red color of the afterglow of the phoenix flower in the day! 2。 Every time students graduate, in the southern campus, the phoenix flowers in the sun will silently catch a touch of parting for the students who are reluctant to say goodbye, and inject good wishes. Phoenix flowers, meaning parting and missing; Phoenix flowers bloom again and again, and friendship precipitates day by day in the bottom of my heart; Reviewing Zhang Mingmin's "The Graduate", it seems that there is a trace of sadness and light in front of me; The feeling of missing an old friend is lingering in the brow and lingering in the bottom of my heart. I have been regretting that I missed seeing the beautiful and spectacular phoenix blossom, but I have clearly fallen in love with the phoenix flower. It's winter now, and the phoenix flower must have faded long ago. But I made a small wish in my heart, looking forward to the next season when the phoenix flowers bloom again. I can be lucky enough to linger under the phoenix tree and revel in the petals of the phoenix flowers. Lonely on a cold night. I can't sleep, the north wind is tearing outside the window, like the ghost of a double suicide woman crying endlessly, and I set up my ears to listen; Listen, listen, and you will feel sleepy; Sleepy eyes covered with a long robe floated to the computer like a sleepwalker. I don't know when I became a prisoner of this modern science and technology gadget; The internet has caught me and seduced my soul every day; The woman who seems to be cheating always thinks about meeting her lover. The vast internet bears my joys and sorrows; I kissed the keyboard with my fingers, and I responded with a series of crisp and pleasant jumps, which seemed to be exactly what I wanted. An old, yellowed Dream of Red Mansions has always been faithfully lying by the computer in front of my case; It is listening to every little girl's shallow call and whisper; Twelve women in Jinling are quietly waiting for those delicate hands to touch and kiss their sadness and loneliness; History and modernity are in harmony and complement each other. Suddenly, some sadness came from my mind. I thought that if Daiyu's flower basket and flower hoe were still there, my little girl would be willing to share her sufferings for Iraq. I only wish that the petals in that basket were all flaming elves transformed from phoenix flowers. On a rainy winter afternoon, or when the leaves are all over the ground and the wind is fading; Bored, I listened to Assange's "Let Me Love" over and over again, and the sound of tears curled around, and the sadness immersed me in an instant; I can't help but silently reminisce about the past to the window alone, remembering the person who wants to forget, but has always been tied to his heart; Thinking, my eyes are slowly wetting; Listen, my tears soon flowed on my face; I am so fond of crying that tears seem cheap; Every time I watch such sensational programs as "the truth" on TV, I will sigh with tears of sympathy; I love to cry. When I'm done crying, my tears have dried up and nothing has happened. I have always been willing to be a charming woman with a strong nostalgia; A bit narcissistic, but also mixed with the sadness of loss; There is a saying-"Lonely boudoir, an inch of sorrow." I must have been poisoned by my grandmother Li Qingzhao. Otherwise, how could there be such a feeling of looking forward to autumn first and feeling sad? I am such a woman. I am not a phoenix, nor can I be a phoenix flower, but I call myself Phoenix. I only wish to get a little dizzy under its sacred aura to soothe my hunger and thirst. Pray that when the next phoenix flower blooms again, it will come true; I can catch a glimpse of its red face. The intersection of phoenix blossoms Singer: Terry Lin Album: When the familiar love songs are blooming again, I think of an old friend whose memory has not been seen for a long time, and then I feel that the intersection of farewell on the hillside slowly becomes lively and red. What did youth take away? What left was a river that moved me in my heart and time. Finally, we left separately. No port stayed in my mind forever. There is a intersection of phoenix blossoms that I cherish most. Our friends may not have many memorable things, at least this memory is deep enough. Do you feel the same growing ups and downs in the distance? When I sing the song you wrote again, it seems that the river of time has flowed back to that time. Finally, we parted ways. No port stays forever. There is a phoenix crossing in my mind. My most cherished friend has blossomed several times, sometimes happy, sometimes lonely and very gratified that life has been spent together at some time.