– English proverb
In the summer afternoon, a flower, the color of tender yellow and yellow, like a whole day of noon, the sun is so beautiful, and Zhang Yang has no hesitation. In a continuous green, slammed into the eyes, bright eyes. The petals are large, and they are in a group. It stands up in a resolute and somewhat weird posture. There is an illusion in it. It is constantly growing, constantly, growing toward the sky. The bright yellow, which has been bordered by real daylight, has become a day.
In fact, it is just a small wild flower that I can’t name. Few people will stop for this familiar and insignificant little flower. I just saw it inadvertently, but only after this time, I have to stop. pace. I am not sure if it is the beauty of the abrupt and bright colors that attracted me, because I clearly felt a stronger call, which involved some of my unclear thoughts in my body and echoed it.
I leaned over and looked at it carefully, looking at its thin stems, looking a little hard to bear the lush flowers, but quite straight; seeing its green leaves small, soft, but there is no one because of slack and slight I played the roll; finally I saw the flower, the bright color was like a thin layer of oil, and the light came out, and each flap was full and rich, without any regrets. I can guarantee that this is definitely the perfect look for this flower. In this way, it maintains a meticulous care to maintain 100% beauty, and then is summoned, and the whole plant struggles upwards. Some are not self-sufficient upwards – it is still short and small in a piece of green.
I kept a half-squatting position next to it, and I saw those sun shining on the flowers, like opening golden light from the flowers.
– It is a kind of powerful vitality, the inheritance of all things, the instinct for the pursuit of life. It’s not about length, it’s not good or bad, and even if it’s reasonable, it’s no longer important. Just thinking, let yourself bloom. Let yourself go up.
Perhaps the life that is too comfortable now makes us forget this instinct. Today I am lucky to meet it, it calls out my desire for life. Our life is only once, we can’t rehearse, we can’t come back. This precious time, what reason do we have to spend in the past, what reason do we have to face the world without our best side? The world is too beautiful, vast and boundless, and decades are too short. What we have to do is not to earnestly and hard, to receive these good things and to make ourselves better; to earnestly, hard work, to dedicate our own beauty, to let the world Become better!
After that path, the flower has disappeared. Maybe it is blown away by the wind, maybe it is turned into mud. In short, it is dead, but it doesn’t matter because it has already been opened.
This time, the life has already bloomed and is enough.
