When kapok blooms, grass, pedestrians and roads are awakened.
That warm afternoon, I met you unexpectedly under the overpass in front of the library. I saw you on the golden leaves all over the ground. You are lying on the golden leaves, bright as fire, your flowers are bright red, but you are withered, one piece, two pieces, lying there quietly. It's shocking that flowers bloom and fall!
When I found you, the sun made a complete sound. I crossed the river of nothingness and came to your side. When you fell down, I heard a huge vibration from the soil. On my wrist, the hand of time turns the compass foolishly. You are a ship of words, and you have come all the way. Rose flowers, sneaking into the depths of the forest, are your eyes on my forehead, and my heart is instantly shot by an arrow.
You are lying in the sun in March, lying on the blue hillside and lying on the golden leaves like rape blossoms. Mottled light and shadow fell before my eyes. I heard the dialogue between time and time. I can only slow down in the invisible spring, like a fish crossing a cement overpass, with the first tear in March, through a building full of glass windows and come to the library.
The air is like water, coming and going, and the screaming peach blossoms are in full bloom. The gentle breeze of March blew warmly on the branches, keeping its graceful dance. Suddenly a real rain made the thin rose shine. Tonight, my window is full of your shadow. One foot stays on the wandering cliff. The other reaches you and the road. Like a dream, like a pulse, the abyss is a quiet forest, birds are flying, butterflies are buried deep in the sea floor, and the desire to breathe fire. I crossed the night and opened the door of dawn.
A small blue flower blooms in a crack in the stone. The dull wind slowly dispersed, and a trace of pain was covered by April. There is a road leading to the Millennium, leading to the inside of dreams. Crazy attack on the body of seawater, beating the mysterious air in the south. Your shadow is longer than light, so we go back to the beginning of time. Full of a flowing moonlight, waiting for the lost rose to return home and bloom for a long time.
All flowering trees should be female, and only kapok is male.
The kapok tree is dry and wrinkled. I don't know why, it bears such soft kapok, and it slowly falls from the branches with an incredible elegance.
Kapok is horribly big and bright orange-red. When it is open, it doesn't even need a leaf to set it off. It's like a bowl of red koji poured into a rough pottery bowl. Fierce and unreasonable, but beautiful.
The branches may be very hard, and the roots are wrinkled, like a varicose hand-the humerus is dry, the arm is dry, and even the elbow, wrist, fingers and fingernails are dry-begging for something from heaven and tearing at something. When it was dry to the extreme, the tree fragments exploded, and kapok was almost like a flame sprayed from a split wound.
Kapok is often noisy. I first saw it in Guangzhou that year. I don't know if it's for a small reason. I always thought it was the tallest tree in the world. Cantonese people call it the hero tree. In the park in early summer, we were busy picking up the newly fallen kapok. Maybe a tree a few feet high is too high for us. We thought every kapok was a cloud with broken wings in the clear sky.
With kapok falling behind, the leaves of kapok trees will thicken day by day, and kapok trees will eventually become ordinary. Everyone will have a heart. At least until next spring, under the cover of green leaves, it will no longer expose the strange beauty that makes people anxious.
Kapok Prose 3 is the spring of March again. The grass is growing, the warbler is flying, and everything is reviving. Bowl after bowl of kapok is in full bloom, just like a soldier's passionate feelings dyed the treetops red. When you look at its strong trunk, indomitable spirit, facing the spring and blue sky, you can definitely read its breath.
I first learned about kapok in the spring of 1980. After graduating from high school, I was smart and quiet and even admitted to a university in Xiamen. When she learned that I failed in the college entrance examination, she wrote me an encouraging letter, which mentioned kapok.
The following spring, I put on a green military uniform and came to the blue coastal defense from a green mountain village. The beauty of Xiamen is always full of imagination. Since then, I have regarded Xiamen as my second hometown, watching kapok bloom in spring and watching sea moths in autumn.
Another kapok day, I put on my military uniform and prepared to stand guard. Lotus suddenly appeared in front of me. Her tall figure was wearing a red skirt. The white round plate looked pink in the scorching sun, as red as kapok. I motioned for her to wait outside the camp. She came under a kapok tree more than ten meters away from the camp, took out her book and read it according to kapok. After keeping watch, I came to her side. Lian told me, "She will graduate from college soon. After graduation, she wants to go back to her hometown school to teach. This is her father's wish. " I asked, "Don't you miss this kapok?" She said, "I hope there are countless kapok in my hometown."
The sun broke through the dense kapok and shone on us a little. The orioles danced up and down and sang sweetly. At this time, I can't help but think of a sentence by Huang Tingjian: "Where is the spring, there is no way to be lonely. If anyone knows where to go in spring, call them back and live together. Who knows if there are traces of spring, unless you ask the oriole, no one can solve it, because the wind flies over the roses. "
Kapok is in full bloom, the color is bright red like fire, flowers and green leaves appear twice, oriole told me?
From now on! Wandering in the seaside wind is my yearning, and the mountain village that raised me has become a place of missing. I miss the lotus pond in my hometown and kapok in Xiamen.
Kapok, kapok! You make people sad and fly. Kapok is a missing flower. Although flowers and green leaves appear together twice, each has its own beauty. Kapok is a soldier's flower. Facing the spring and blue sky, it is also particularly high-spirited, hovering down and spreading all over the floor. Kapok is also a flower of love. Her color is monotonous but not low-key. It fell to the ground and willingly turned into mud.
Emotional wear and tear makes people feel miserable in life, but the cool summer wind and the bright moon in autumn can finally dilute the sticky sadness. Life is destined to go from gorgeous to dull, all emotional agitation will eventually pass, and everything will eventually return to the earth and dissolve in that deep land! Now, I want to understand with a diluted heart, to understand the feelings and tranquility that belong to kapok.
Kapok, kapok, time has blown away your beauty, but you have been missing it. Missing is like spring, spring comes and kapok blooms; Miss flowers and face the deep blue sky; Missing is like the sky, with long white clouds in it; Miss like a cloud, accompanied by timely rain; Missing is like rain, and it is raining. Miss, I advise you not to forget and cherish the people around you.
Around the dormitory, there are five kapok trees, their orientation is like five fingers of a palm, and this broken dormitory is in the middle of the palm, just like being trapped in Wushushan. Ha, in other words, these five trees are like five flaming angels guarding this dormitory. It's a pity that one of them was killed because he interfered with the grandmother's vegetable field and was extremely extreme.
I first saw this plant kapok when my family moved to the county seat. On my way to my new school (merged), it's on the side of the road. It is estimated that many people passing by can see it. There are two trees, tall and straight, which are estimated to be quite long. But when I first saw it, I thought it was disgusting, because it was covered with thorns (later I learned it was called thorns), which made people close to it. It was September when I transferred to school, and it will soon be winter. In winter, kapok, with dead leaves and bare branches, stands on the roadside like a villain. It is strange that people should plant such a tree, which is not beautiful and does not bloom. Blink of an eye, winter went and spring came, only to be surprised to find that the kapok trees, which were even more bare than bare, sprouted buds one by one, which were plump and lovely at first. Hehe, it's really a strange tree. Other trees germinate in early spring, so that their new buds can breathe the breath of the New Year, while kapok does the opposite and blooms first, which is strange! ! From then on, every day when I pass by, I will take a casual look at this flower that will bloom in early spring. The waiting days are always long ... the flowers are finally in bloom, and the red petals are not gorgeous or delicate, ordinary and ordinary. Perhaps, ordinary flowers and ordinary trees are a perfect match! Flowers fall and fruits are ripe, kapok kapok, as the name implies, cotton comes from wood, and all the exploded kapok fruits are cotton-like things, which are picked up on the ground and put in the palm of your hand, no different from cotton. At that time, I always wondered if my own quilt would be made of these things!
When I grew up, I went to Guangzhou to study, only to know that kapok is still the city flower of Guangzhou or the hero flower! Perhaps, it is the bright red of kapok, let us always remember the heroic spirit of countless martyrs who died for our country!
The flower language of kapok is: cherish the people around you and cherish the happiness around you! A simple truth, but the simpler it is, the easier it is to forget. People around us, happiness around us, are always forgotten, hurt and cherished by us, as if they always belong to those distant people and things, but they don't know. In the end, people who care about you, take care of you and accompany you are always silent. The gentle flower language doesn't match the image of the hero flower, but if it weren't for cherishing the people around you and the happiness around you, countless people with lofty ideals wouldn't go on this tragic road without hesitation!
Please stop for a while on the road of life, take a look at the people around you, think about her and him, bring you happiness, accompany you, and quietly look at the red flowers that stand proudly!
Kapok Prose 5 has just entered the spring, and Kapok is unwilling to lag behind. They have no green leaves to set off, but on the brown branches, they show red smiling faces brilliantly. Perhaps because of the strong and proud image of kapok, it is also called hero flower.
They bloom in March, the spring season, but they are not kitsch and never compete with other flowers for beauty. But carefree, blooming enthusiastically in the branches. From a distance, they are like red clouds falling from the sky.
In spring, kapok blooms. Flowers, like burning horns, make people feel a kind of passion; Trees are like burning torches, inspiring people. Even in rainy days, the bright red color of kapok brings surprises, illuminates and warms people's hearts.
Walking under the kapok tree, you can always pick up the flowers that fall to the ground with the spring breeze. Even if they fall into the mud and dust, they are still intact flowers, retaining the rare spirit of other flowers. Their petals are like flannel, they feel fluffy and smell delicious, and their strength also contains tenderness. Some people like to pick up the fallen kapok, dry it in the sun, cook porridge or soup, because it can detoxify, clear away heat, drive away cold and damp, and has its unique medicinal effect.
When kapok withers, it will grow an oval capsule. When it matures, it will spit out cotton wool, like snow, and fly to the street with the wind. These cotton can be used to make cotton coats, quilts and pillows. When Su Dongpo, a poet of the Song Dynasty, was exiled to Hainan, the local Li people made kapok cotton-padded clothes for him. Su Dongpo wrote a poem to thank him for this: "I left my clothes on seashells, and the sea breeze made the evening cold."
Kapok, an ordinary flower composed of several petals, does not rely on green leaves when it blooms, but is proud of its towering branches, without grandstanding and affectation, openly blooms its beauty and enthusiasm and creates a unique style. When flowers wither, they are humble, keep their integrity and turn everything into beneficial effects.
It suddenly occurred to me that if life could be like kapok. ...
It is always cloudy or sunny in Guangzhou in March, but this does not affect the timely blooming of spring.
The evolution of mankind into what it is today is doomed that I can't sit for a long time or lie down for a long time.
Let's go for a walk. It is cloudy. I don't like to go out on sunny days, I don't like being blinded by the sun, and I don't like the sun stimulating single-celled organisms.
Let's walk along the path by the river. After all, my reflex arc is a bit long, and crossing the road is a safety hazard.
The wind seems to be playing with the river on purpose, and the river is not easy to mess with. A big wave rolled up in response to the warning of the wind. Everything is universal and annoying.
Yo, I'm under the bridge. I don't know if it's my big step or the help of the wind. There are several papaya tree trees scattered under the bridge. When I came back from the summer vacation, I also saw some blue fruits in its mouth. So is winter vacation. It's late spring now, so we still have to lean on the top. Nature is much more magical. I just want to have a look.
Look at your watch. Just a 90-degree right angle. No need to guess, it's afternoon. Then I have to hurry. After all, it will take me more than 30 minutes to reach my destination. Turn left, climb the stairs and walk along the sidewalk of the road. The footsteps stopped, not because of the harsh sound of the carriage from behind, but because the flowers were blooming again. Again? Yes, I stayed in Guangzhou for a long time, but as long as I can remember, this is my second spring in Guangzhou. Unfortunately, I still don't know its name. But it doesn't affect my love for it.
It is very tall, with only red flowers and no green leaves. Maybe it was there, but it disappeared in my eyes. I like it blooming on the high branches, and I love it just right, not enchanting or secular. The height is too cold, and the extreme openness does not give people a sense of distance.
I suddenly remembered the movie I saw some time ago-your name.
I like something, but I don't know its name. Many people should feel the same way and know what it feels like.
Is it because your eyes have been watching for too long? I feel stained with milk ash on this day. Something hit me in the face, but it didn't hurt. Well, it's raindrops. What? It's raining, my god, can I cut off the reflex arc? I'm willing to cut it.
Running all the way home, I suddenly remembered what I wrote before-children without umbrellas can only run in the rain, but please pay attention to safety and see if there is anyone you know on this road, because someone is coming to give you an umbrella.
Fortunately, I didn't go too far and came back dry. The landlady was sitting in front of her house, and a pile of red things slipped out of the snakeskin bag. Grandma is called grandma here, so I usually call her grandma.
It is still early. Before cooking, I will chat with my grandma. I walked in slowly. Wait a minute. I'm not just running around. Why are those flowers in my eyes? It's possible. I rubbed my eyes. No, these are flowers.
"Grandma, what kind of flower is this?" I want to know the answer so much that I forgot that the first sentence should be to say hello to grandma.
"Well, it's called kapok."
Kapok is a familiar feeling, but I just can't remember it.
Watch the old woman pick out all the rotten stalks and put the good ones in with a dustpan.
"What's the use?"
"Well, grandpa's voice is not very good at this time of year, and he is always angry. When kapok is dried, soak him in water and cook some porridge. "
"But this is so high, how can I pick it?"
"I will fall, and then I will pick it up under the kapok tree."
When the rain stopped, it came and went quickly.
"Since the rain has stopped, I will pick some kapok and give more to your grandfather."
Grandpa heard our conversation and came out. Grandpa in his 80 s, the years are written on his face.
"It's just rained. The road must be slippery. Don't go."
Grandpa said in grandma's ear with his head down.
"It's okay. I can just wear rain boots. I'd better pick up some more. "
"Grandma, I'm fine now. Let me go with you. "
Grandma wanted to refuse, but I had her bag in my hand.
Grandma likes to laugh. When she laughed, she saw her eyes crowded together. She had no front teeth.
"Well, let's go together, and you can also get some for home."
We were about to leave when grandpa ran to the room to get an umbrella. At that moment, grandpa seemed like a young man in love.
Along the way, grandma told me the story of her and grandpa. Story We didn't reach our destination until they had their first child. Grandma naturally transferred the narrative of the story to the trick of teaching me to pick flowers.
I gained a lot. My grandmother chased me to send some, but I refused.
After a few days, I finally remembered this matter and went to Baidu to visit kapok.
The flower language of kapok is-cherish happiness and cherish people around you.
I haven't heard the story of my grandparents yet. On the way to pick up kapok, I will listen to my grandmother again under the kapok tree and recall my feelings.
In early spring and February, cold and warm alternate, which makes you wonder if you are a little nostalgic, or just a broken line that is so difficult to distinguish, and let you know that the original season is sometimes as tangled as people's mood, and it is difficult to choose. Sometimes, even oneself are puzzled, why the boundary between winter and spring is so inconspicuous, why it can't be as clear as black and white as paper and ink, and why it can't be as clear as right and wrong, which makes people understand clearly and face it calmly. When you go out every day, you don't have to worry about wearing more and less, and you don't have to break your fingers to be winter or spring.
The red earth plateau is still intoxicated in its own dreams and doesn't want to wake up. Maybe it's a beautiful dream that can make people laugh. At first glance, the long-lost green is still missing, and only the vigorous and lonely branches of kapok suddenly decorate this piece of Yuan Ye. Throughout the winter, in addition to sweeping away the cold wind of spring and autumn memories, I sobbed tirelessly, and even the sunshine covering the earth lost its former temperature. However, perhaps the red soil also heard the call of spring, and kapok also heard the firecrackers to welcome spring. When the season changes, the star-like buds have eagerly sprouted branches. Seen from a distance, there is little difference between dark green and taupe branches. Looking carefully, looking for the eyes of spring still found that the whole process of its gestation was abrupt, and I also expected that the red kapok could sing the hymn of spring.
Kapok blooms, one with two flowers, as red as sunrise, as red as sunset, as pure as red, as thorough as red. Kapok blossoms, thousands of flowers, as red as a bonfire, as red as magma, and as red as a tree. In this season, several kapok plants in full bloom in Yuan Ye on the red soil plateau look like a three-dimensional woodcut with firm and simple lines. Although the tone is single, it can't cover up the innocence of the countryside and erase the poems written in early spring. This may be all the reasons why I like to find spring on the night of January!
I have always had a soft spot for kapok. Maybe there are some trees near my hometown. Every year, they pass the news of spring to themselves for the first time. There has always been a feeling that kapok is hard to give up. Maybe it decorated the village in my hometown, or maybe it filled the poor dining table in my childhood. Today, I still clearly remember that when I was a child, my friends always stood under the tall kapok tree after school every day, looking up and expecting kapok children to fall with the wind. Every time you see a flower fall, everyone will judge where it falls, run at a speed of 100 meters, grab it in your hand, then tear off the red petals, the pistil, and then the black stamens, leaving only the calyx and stamen filaments, and then expect another flower to fall. Blanch it with hot water after going home, soak it for two or three days, change the water once a day, remove its astringency, and fry it with leeks or mashed potatoes, which is a delicious dish.
Of course, the amount of kapok caught with friends after school is not enough to put on the table, but that kind of children's music makes me unforgettable and feels like a classic in my cherished memory. More often, my brothers and sisters will get up early and go under the kapok tree with a flashlight when the night is still dark. There are many flowers blown down by the night wind, but you can't stay in bed, otherwise you can only see the diligent footprints of your neighbors and return empty-handed.
Kapok blooms, and kapok is red. I also want to ask why this flower is so red, just to convey the message of spring and send away the cold. Definitely not, it definitely wants to compare with the colorful clothes of Yi girls and have a PK; Compared with the water of the Red River, the color and the purity; Competing with the colorful clouds in the sky and the neon of the city. Just to tell your passion and express your surging passion? Of course not. I must have listened to the passion of the Yi people's wine songs, watched the hospitality of the Yi people, and wanted to follow suit, so I was inspired. It doesn't want to stay out of today's fiery life atmosphere of the Yi people, but wants to enthusiastically integrate into this magical red land and into the new life of the Yi people full of hope. Kapok red, I think it must be infected by the bonfire of the Torch Festival of the Yi nationality and guided by the totem that the children of the Yi nationality believe in, so it is so hot in the villages of the Yi nationality township and so red in the Yuan Ye of the Yi nationality township.
After the long winter, silent life is like erupting magma, spewing out in the footsteps of spring. In early spring, when many flowers have not yet been bred and green leaves are sprouting, kapok has blossomed, eagerly decorating Yuan Ye with the red color of life. It can't wait for the decoration of green leaves and the retreat of Joan Hinton. It just wants to show the color of life with the footsteps of spring at the first time. A few days later, the huge torches lit like red flames were set off in clusters on the red land of the plateau, such as the bonfire of the Yi people illuminating the night sky of the Torch Festival. The red buds in full bloom on the branches swept away the chill in early spring and the residual cold in winter. Every time I see kapok in full bloom, I feel different in my heart, because it carries many good memories of myself!
Like kapok, because it blooms without fear of the cold in early spring; I like kapok because it decorates Yuan Ye in spring with fire-like colors. I like kapok, because it doesn't need green leaves to set off, but only expresses my passion; I like kapok, because it is like a bonfire on the Torch Festival, which illuminates the hearts of the Yi people. I like kapok, because its fire-like enthusiasm will always be as enthusiastic as the Yi family's enthusiasm for life.
Kapok Prose 8 Spring with a Hundred Flowers Blooming,
Peony flower is experienced,
Is the favorite of the rich,
In the sultry summer,
There are lotus flowers that don't stick to mud,
It is the most vivid painting in Wang Mian.
Autumn with fallen leaves all over the ground,
There is hermit Tao Yuanming's favorite chrysanthemum,
Sending out the golden light.
In the snowy winter,
Plum blossoms are in full bloom in the biting wind.
This is Lin Hejing's favorite.
Spring breeze blows air.
Bud of kapok tree
Are sticking their heads out.
Birds are shuttling between branches.
Dense leaves
Floating in the summer wind
Spit white clouds out of your mouth
Dancing petals
Fall on the street
Dense branches
Suddenly it's bare.
In winter
A drooping branch
Standing on the playground
This is my favorite kapok.
It's a timer to say goodbye to childhood.
When I was 9 years old, kapok prose had the same hobby as my mother, that is, walking hand in hand. Opposite home is a middle school, and there are many flowers and plants on the campus. After dinner, we often go there to enjoy the scenery. On the campus in summer, birds are singing in the branches as if playing for us; Autumn campus, on the boulevard leaves flying, as if holding a dance competition; In the winter campus, everything silently changed into a white wedding dress, just like a bride waiting to get married. I like spring best.
Because that's the season when kapok blooms.
In early spring, kapok flowers are so clean and elegant. Snow-white foundation always holds pink petals, as flexible and elastic as cotton. That slightly blooming flower, like a baby's smiling face, is so sweet and lovely; This is half-exposed, just like a shy girl, gently lifting the pink veil, people can't help but approach. In the season when kapok is in full bloom, there are groups and clusters, one after another, crowded and noisy.
At this time, my mother and I walked hand in hand beside kapok. I pointed to the flowers and said, "Mom, look, how beautiful these flowers are!" " Look! Hurry up! "Mom smiled." Really, you are as beautiful as them! ""Her smile makes it impossible to doubt her honesty. "There is this, there is this ..." I walked around the tree happily, as if I had been dyed into a romantic mood by kapok.
When I approached to smell the flowers, I found that the faint fragrance filled my mother's smile, so bright, young and charming that I opened my eyes wide to observe every tiny smile on my cheek. Deep stamens are so comfortable and absolutely safe under the care of layers of petals! In an instant, an idea suddenly flashed. Don't I grow up happily under the care of my mother, just like a stamen?
Appreciating kapok is so carefree and happy. My mother and I seem to be the happiest people in the world. I think mom, kapok and I add up to the world.
When I grow up, I will enter the opposite school and have more opportunities to see flowers. Sometimes I have a break and I have to take my friends to see flowers. The flowers are still so elegant and pure, with pink petals on a white background. I was surprised to find that kapok is not very fragrant. Same flower, why does it feel different? This discovery reminds me of watching flowers with my mother when I was a child. The flowers at that time were not fragrant, because my mother's love made me smell endless fragrance. Just as my mother said I was as beautiful as a flower, I can't make a reasonable explanation. I only know that it's not called "cheating", it's caring for the young mind, it's the most beautiful lie in the world, as beautiful as kapok in full bloom.
That time, when I got home, I looked at my mother carefully. She felt puzzled and asked with a smile what was going on. I found that she is much older and her smile is no longer young, but she is still brilliant ... Hey! When people are old, how can they smile brightly? I only know that my mother's heart has not changed, and her love for me has not changed. Her care for me is like the petals of kapok holding the stamens, which makes me feel so safe.
Kapok blooms brilliantly in spring after spring. How many springs does mother have? Now, I really want to hold my mother's hand and enjoy the blooming kapok together …
Kapok Prose 10 Flowers bloom with different happiness and flowers with different sadness. Want to ask the sad place, when the flowers bloom and fall. -inscription
In winter, the tail is mixed with the wind, which makes the kapok on the branches blush. Flowers, swaying in the wind, like a charming woman waving fiery red posture, showing off her enchanting figure.
Ye guigen
Looking at the fiery red of this tree, my thoughts can't help but break the barrier of time and go back to not long ago: at that time, the autumn wind was bleak and raging. Decadent branches and leaves will crawl on withered branches like wounded soldiers; That struggling branch, swaying with the wind, seems to fall but does not fall, pointing to the air, as if writing the bitterness and sadness of this sad autumn, full of cold wind and broken glass.
As soon as the wind blows, pieces of weather-beaten yellow paper quietly leave the branches, dancing in the wind, and interpreting the sad beauty under the dancing all over the sky. Although there is no snow in the middle of winter, the branches and leaves fall to the roots. In a few days, all the leaves on the kapok tree fell. Only bare branches are left on the tree, and the decadent state is self-evident.
But I took a closer look and found that some faded leaves on the yellow land under the tree had gathered at the root edge of the tree. Layers of yellow leaves, messy and somewhat orderly; Like man-made, but also like the uncanny workmanship of nature.
Fallen leaves return to their roots and trees. Looking at the thick leaves, I thought of the crow returning for food, and my heart moved, and my long-lost gratitude welled up in my heart.
Huagudi
There is a tree in front, cotton, and the fiery red ground is so magical and suffocating. I am also amazed at its beauty and grandeur. My eyes moved and moved to the bottom of kapok, where there were residual flowers and red flowers all over the floor. As red as blood, it seems that as soon as you suck your nose, you will smell a bloody smell of nasal cavity. Kapok is bleeding?
Whenever passers-by pass by, there will be fallen flowers under people's footsteps, and a faint cry of "cheep-"can hardly attract people's attention. The footsteps passed by, leaving only a touch of light red on the ground, but the flowers were stained with a touch of ink black. How can anyone not understand this style? Just let them sell it well, okay?
At the moment when splendor was about to fall, I saw, saw a large group of people carrying big and heavy sacks. Busy in front of the kapok tree, pick up the charming children on the ground and the attractive red. I seem to see the way out for this group of "dead heroes" on the ground-to continue their glory in Chinese medicine shops.
Flowers bloom and fall, and belong to people. Staring at the pale red like a glimpse on the ground, I vaguely remembered the magnificence of Li Bai's I was born useful. Self-confidence is like an awakening, filling my body and infiltrating into my heart. Become an unjust brave.
Flowers fall to the ground, leaves return to their roots, and sadness and beauty still exist.