Feeling beautiful life

"Lost flower season, recall the age of time." - Inscription Yang Chun has been in March, the weather is getting warmer, the whole world is as beautiful as the eyes open, natural and beautiful. I don't know when, the spring breeze, the blossoming peach blossoms outside the town of Zhenli, just a touch of powder, but already refreshing, full of intoxication. The flower buds are in the branches, because they absorb the rain, and he meets her, and it is as beautiful as this spring. He is a humorous receptionist who screams "Princess, hello, I am a prince". She is the noble of authentic descent. Miss, chances are that they met and fell in love. When the flower gardener wants to bloom, it is necessary to break the bondage of the green leaves. The story should have been so warmly developed, and the war, the brutal war that exudes blood and smell, ruined it all. When the husband and the child were taken away, the family was turned over, she was helpless, she was jealous, she was suffering, she was just a woman, what should she do, between coming and going, between life and death, she made The decision that made her no longer able to repent, when she walked the station where her husband was about to leave, the flustered heart became calm, even the unprecedented lightness, she begged the stationmaster to send her on the bus, in the doubts of the stationmaster, She smiled a little, this smile is not a hundred charming, not the head of the Liuzhi Buddha, her firm belief, she calmly and calmly angered: "Let me get on the bus!" The flowers are coming out, but the wind is The child blows off the branches. On the moving train, she truly felt the existence of her husband and children. She is not regretting her decision. Even at that moment, when she hears the message that the child is about to die, one leg that has stepped down is stopped in the air. She ignores the shoving of others and she looks quietly through the window. Quietly looking, at that moment, her world was ruthlessly pressed the static key, only the tears in the bottom of my heart, from the corner of my eyes to the heart, cold and biting pain. She did not dare to find the clothing of her loved ones in a large pile of clothing. She deeply felt that the boundaries of life were so far and so long. After the storm, the flowers were truly open. She survived, and finally saw the child who thought about it, and her husband could never return. After reading this movie, I feel that it is sad, the hardships and sorrows of the sorrows, the impermanence of the world; it is happy, and it is a great love. The people are warm and cold, but who can understand that this flower is on the other side, half of the beauty? Black and nine years, five classes, Wang Yun

Third day: Wang Yun