Perseverance

Knowing that hope may be destroyed; knowing that the results may be disappointing, but they have been waiting, only because there is a belief in the heart. And this belief is called attachment.

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Waiting is long, and especially when hope has disappeared a little bit in the heart, this wait is much longer. But even then, I will choose to wait -

This year, spring seems to have been sleeping for too long, and I have slept over my head. In winter, I have a good chance to stay in this place. I will stay here and stay here and refuse to leave.

The wind is still blowing, the sun is not a little warm, and the weather is fine, and it is warm, and I realize that spring is coming, but it’s just a happy night – it’s just a joke in winter. It’s gone.

A potted flower on the window sill can't see the spring, and it's hard to hide from the face. Those pots with leaves in the four seasons are barely visible, but the biggest and best-looking even small buds are not willing to send. I don't know what it is called, just looking forward to the colorfulness of its flowers as they climb the fence. But now, the winter does not go, the spring does not come, the pot of flowers becomes as thin as the old man, and only a few branches are left dry, as if they are not supported by the fence, they will fall to the ground in an instant. Even before the chilling erosion, the stubborn leaves that stayed on the branches and the yellow leaves have long since disappeared, probably because they could not withstand the ravages of this cold wind, and even the last bit of power was exhausted. The strength of living in the branches has been blown away!

I saw that this spring was not coming, and I couldn’t help but panic. I was so anxious that this flower would not open, and when the beautiful scene appeared. It can be used urgently, but I think if I have less water, I will pour some water every day. After a long time, it also had some effect. The original dry branches grew a few small, tender green leaves. I am therefore convinced that this flower is going to open soon. When I was happy, I wanted to pour some water, but I was afraid that I would ruin it. It would also dispel this thought. However, within a few days, those other flowers gradually opened, and I also thought that this spring should be coming soon, and the potted flowers should be opened again - at least the long leaves, and I went to squint. But this flower is still only the green leaves that grew out in the early days, and even the green leaves began to fall into the soil. I sighed and thought that this flower was alive soon - even the new leaves that had just grown out would fall. Looking at Xiaoye, who is in the middle of the earth, I am depressed, I want to give up, I want to be self-destructive, I don't want to continue to do this unnecessary struggle and expectation, but I can't bear to discard it directly. Persistence and giving up, the difference between one thought, but two completely opposite results. I am contradictory, I am entangled, I don't know how to choose, but there is a force in my heart that prompted me to choose to persist. Try it again, maybe it will be opened in a few days - even if everything you do is in vain, it is only a comfort to your heart.

Under the support of my strength in my heart, I still water this flower every day. After each watering, although I don't want to look for flowers in the sparse green leaves, every time I don't find the desired result, my heart will be inexplicably lost and depressed - just the surface looks Don't care about this flower, but still insist on it?

Waiting is long, and especially when hope has disappeared a little bit in the heart, this wait is much longer. - "I don't want to wait for despair," I said in my heart. I finally waited! That day, I followed the bee to the window sill. A burst of fragrance came up, and looked up, but saw a large, deep pink flower, surrounded by green leaves, crawling through the fence outside the window, twisting the waist in the wind, gorgeous beauty . This gorgeous scene is reflected in my eyes - in an instant, I feel that I insist on being right - although this process is very difficult.

Waiting is long, and especially when hope has disappeared a little bit in the heart, this wait is much longer. But even then, I will choose to wait -

Just because there is a belief in the heart. And this belief is called attachment.

Third day: Ice 璇婉