That touch of red

It was a touch of red. To be precise, it is a red that is only available in the fall. From a maple tree that will pass by every day.

spring. The red of the maple tree has already disappeared, and only the scars are covered. A few touches of green have already broken through the wounds, and they are eager to come out, and the vitality that is about to erupt is deeply wrapped in the full branches, becoming more and more full, and even more lovable. The maple tree spread out on all four limbs, and the scars appeared in front of me, as if it were already sorrowful, but it was also covered in the beauty that was about to be revealed. I did not stop because of the shocking scars and tears. beautiful. "Lie, don't stay and see?" Su said gently: "Beautiful, always going through pain." Su, seems to be integrated with the tree, they have a similar incomprehensible.

summer. The greenery of a tree was poured on the maple tree, and it was too thick to be opened. Su said that she likes the summer of maple trees most, I don't think so. Now I understand that this kind of green, "pretty if the peaches of the three springs, if the essence is the chrysanthemum of the nine autumn."

fall. It is the season of maple trees, and the red expectation has cost me a year to wait. The maple trees are so vibrant that they are truly cutting and lively. I once thought, this bride who is under the red hijab of the day, whether it is "the waist is flowing, the ear is bright, and the ear is like cutting the onion root, and the mouth is like a pearl."

winter. I dialed the globe in my hand and asked: "Do you really want to go?" Su Wen is not right: "The red maple leaf, after all, will leave the mother tree. I also like the winter maple." I finally saw that it was no longer The dead trunk that exists, without the exciting red, she looks thinner and mottled. "She, is she still alive?" I swallowed. "Must be sure that it will be red next year." The pale face looked very firm, the branches had begun to peel off the bark, a gust of wind blew, a few thin branches I actually fell down and shook a few times. I couldn’t help but want to go up and help me. Stop me: "I believe that she will stand." I can hardly believe that "action is like weak Liu Fufeng" I will say this! The deep marks of the maple tree that were whipped by the wind were embedded with a lot of strength, dignity and hope. She never fell down! Suddenly, looking directly at the maple tree, I only dare to peek. It is naked, but proudly standing, let me imagine a devout Buddhist, step by step.

Suddenly, after all, it’s gone, maple, after all, it’s still red. Just leave me alone to see Maple - but the back of the perseverance, shyness and self-esteem tide over my body and mind, when we have only to score, fame, money to the so-called "struggle", I still want, remember that Maple with dignity and blood and tears.

What is red, I know more.