The last second of fragrance

The last second of fragrance

That year, the dark sky was hung in a summer, and the continuous rain was like no cloaking. As a result, the rivers and craters, which were almost dry, were full of stomachs, like pregnant women who were pregnant. Later, the water gradually rose over the riverbed and slowly climbed to the village along the muddy path. Later, the cropland Inside, I heard the scream of "噗嗤噗嗤" muddy water mixed but not compatible.

So when Dad came home and sighed, "The apple tree is going to bloom," I thought I was wrong. How can the tree bloom in the beginning of the autumn? Could it be that this dark summer directed a comedy? But if it is a comedy, why should Dad shake his head and sigh?

I am puzzled to ask, isn't flowering a good thing? Mom smiled helplessly. "They have to turn back." "Turn back?" I understand, flowering means the death of the tree. When I heard this, I found an excuse to rush to the orchard.

After a summer of rain, without the aid of drugs, no sun nourishment, the fruit trees are pulling their heads, like a dying patient. The leaves on the branches that had been overlapped were long gone, and the fruit was sparsely scattered. One of them was forced to end life without being familiar with it. The shadows on the branches saw some pink or white flower buds. With the help of brown leaves, it is particularly eye-catching.

At this moment, my thoughts seemed to be an electric shock, and I was surprised by the unprecedented surprise.

The trunk after the rain blows the wind, like the traditional Chinese medicine that tastes good, the bitter steam of the cockroach is mixed with the irresistible ability to cure the disease; it is like the old bricks of the old age, and the glory of the moss under the roof. , witnessed the bloom and dying of life. Close your eyes, I seem to see them in a leisurely interpretation of the legend of life, as if to hear the lines they shouted: the days of doing nothing may be very chic, but eventually become mediocrity; the pursuit of long-term life is busy, but after exhaustion, Life is full of fruit.

I remember a teacher said, young people, don't be afraid of hardships, fight hard, and suffer from the storm and the teeth. Wait until the age of forty or fifty, there are old and small, you will understand how meaningful the struggle of the year, and even grateful for the young and frivolous desire to get ahead. So, as long as you can still take your feet, the pace should not stop, just like time goes all the way.

Yes, we are willing to be more mediocre! These flowering trees are still fragrant today, maybe tomorrow or even the next moment is death. But even in the last second, they still leave a touch of fragrance, even in the unopenable season. Life and death are not a moment, the last second, life also insisted on the final glory.

Reflecting on yourself, not thinking ahead, being willing to humble. The tree is still like this, how can people be embarrassed? Faced with them, how can you not be born? Thanks to these flower buds, thanks to these flowering trees, I have a heavy blow to my decadent thoughts. For a moment, I decided to work hard to make life fragrant once!

The mentality is already fixed, I turned and walked out of the orchard. Looking back at them, still holding their heads high in the wind, smiling brilliantly, pretty...