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Silk flower


I used to see the opening of the flower, and it was a fleeting beauty, and it was also a nameless beauty and tragic.

The scented flower was only open in the dead of night, and in order to be able to witness its precious moment, I stood quietly beside it. The full moon was empty, and gradually, my eyes became blurred. I vaguely heard a faint sound. This voice was very weak and soft. It seemed like a butterfly that came out of the way, patted its wings and fluttered its wings. "Hey...啪...... 啪..." I immediately opened my eyes, I know that the moment I waited for finally arrived, I slammed my eyes. The silk flower is open. In the kelp-like green leafy mouth, the delicate flower buds are slightly vibrating. The flower-like flower stalks can't hold the plump white jade flower buds and gradually crack open. The white petals are gently from the middle of the receptacle. The ground explored, one piece, two pieces, three pieces... Then the bunch of golden yellow flower stalks stood upright, and a columnar stamen in the middle was raised high... The petals were layered apart and opened into a single Round large white flower. Through the moonlight, I saw that the white petals are delicate and smooth, as white jade is so exquisite, how charming, how seductive, how cute!

Huarong is the youth of the world. However, this flower is different. Its talents are extremely secretive. Therefore, it chooses the night of silence and no one, and disdains to compete with the red dust in the daytime. Its character is extremely strong, it is elegant and unconventional, not only to escape the prosperity of the surrounding, but even to abandon the excitement, like to be deserted. However, "the sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk." Its smile has gradually become difficult to sustain the petals of white and silver, and the light is splashing, but now it is pale as paper, only revealing some charm of the wind. It no longer does fearless nostalgia and struggle, and goes away quietly.

I sigh it, and I envy it, because it comes brilliantly and goes brilliantly. Life is indeed like this! Many splendid times are like a flash in the pan. At the moment of flowering, I don’t know that I am open again, and I am still dreaming, but I don’t know that I am in a dream. Only the dreams are awake, and the past is known. Life is the shortest, it should not be wasted a bit, the quality of life is not in the length but in the thickness - this is the true meaning of life!

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