Kneeling in the thorns

The enchanting flower is only for the licking of the butterfly; the rush of water is only for the encounter with the sea; the defeat of the leaf is only for the fusion with the earth. - The bright red Arabic numerals on the inscription are so shocking. The heart is on the verge of grief, and consciousness becomes frustrated by the bright red score. Just lying on the bed, waiting for the heart to give me a violent blow. In the gap of this time, the looming memory emerges from the brain.

Wild daisy

In the dark blue sky, the last star silently disappeared. In the distance, the clouds of last night are like feathers scattered by angels across the sky. The curtain of the dawn slowly opened in the sound of the autumn insects. After a baptism of autumn rain, the wild daisy in the mountains and plains has already fallen. They look so lifeless in this green glow. Some are sloppy; some are already ruined; some are dying. But this is not the final outcome. Look---The petals of that daisy are mixed with the evidence left by the massacre last night. They are looking up at the sky, and the butterfly flying in the distance is lingering around it. Spring water

When the melting of the ice water in the mountains, the spring begins to flow eastward. It used to be countless cliffs, it ran down all the way down; it once passed through the front of the rock, it rushed to the cliff without fear; it had a mad storm, it silently endured. Finally, it rested quietly in the arms of the sea.

Fall of autumn leaves

Autumn is not the end of the leaves. Have you remembered? The branches are full of vitality; have you remembered? The branches are full of sad leaves. It is such an endless cycle that the leaves will eventually fall back to the roots and merge with the earth.

Who knows the daisy torture in the rain?

Who knows the bumps of spring water in the Pentium?

Who knows the fall of autumn leaves in the cycle?

Thoughts have brought me from memory to reality. Maybe life is like a daisy, spring water, autumn leaves. To overcome the torment of the wind and rain can you say that I am the winner; if I have experienced enough bumps, I am qualified to say that it is a victory; it can be said that it is tough after many times of tempering.

Note: I have published in Space and Xiao composition network.

Third day: Lin Yingchun