The road to the end of the world

　　The rain, which has been stifling for a long time, finally landed at dusk, bringing coolness to the hot earth and soothing the restless and anxious heart for many days.

　　I held an umbrella and strolled alone in the rain, feeling the rare summer coolness.

　　Summer flowers are gorgeous, a tree of flower sprites in the wind, swaying love, in the rain look forward to the posture. The summer flowers were accompanied by green leaves, making them even more bright and more beautiful.

　　There is a wind, scattered in the flowers, leaves on the raindrops like broken beads, "crackling" rolled to the ground, like a parting sigh of helplessness, but also like the sad eyes of the departed.

　　Red flowers need green leaves to match. The flowers and leaves reflecting each other are the most beautiful scenery. Summer flowers are lucky, lucky summer flowers. From the bud to wither, there are leaves all the way to accompany. Under the scorching sun, the leaves spread shade for the flower; in the storm, the leaves hold up a clear sky for the flower. The short life of a summer flower is far more fortunate and happy than a spring flower, because of the company of leaves, which is abundant and calm.

　　Those flowers blooming in the spring breeze, peach blossoms, pure and elegant pear blossoms, no miscellaneous colors, seemingly lively, but inevitably a bit bleak, desolate. The flowers bloom before the leaves are born, the leaves are born flowers have fallen. "The flowers and leaves do not see each other for a thousand years, the end of the fate of the dance. The flowers do not understand the flowers nod, Buddha to my heart Buddha empty sigh." A tree of flowers from the bud to the conflagration, a lifetime of failure to meet with the leaves, waiting for a lifetime, leaving a place of love, drifting in the years. Despite this, they can still bloom in the cycle of life, without changing their mind, smiling sweetly.

　　Life is like a flowering tree!

　　There are so many encounters in life, beautiful, sad, reunited, and parted. Standing at the crossroads of life and looking back, on the journey of life, people come and go, countless. If you can pass by, you are already destined to pass by, but how many people can stop by? How many people are willing to stop and accompany us on a journey?

　　The depth of destiny is elusive. In the address book, so many people never said a word; life, how many people do not see each other, get along with a lifetime but never opened the door to enter each other's hearts. There are not many people who have crossed paths with us, and those who have become confidants are as few as the stars, but three or two. That requires a high degree of compatibility, words, and thoughts in the same channel ah. Once the days of the fresh clothes, has long been gentle as jade, more than three years old children, you gave me a candy, we are good friends.

　　The Buddha said, "Five hundred times in previous lives, in exchange for a brush with this life." How many times do you need to look back in a previous life, in exchange for a loving encounter and companionship in this life?

　　In life, there is always a constant parting and reunion. During the silent years, because of the reunion, life is not so lonely and lonely. If you can have a little heart connection, it is an unexpected warmth.

　　We are all afraid of parting, wanting to meander a journey to the mountains and waters of the companionship into a long stream of water, looking forward to a handholding can be a long time, fantasy a flower bloom can become eternal. So, there are always promises lightly promised in the mouth: look at the sunrise, look at the sunset at night; red dust dance together, rain and wind together.

　　We forget that not every flower will bear sweet fruit; not every encounter has a perfect ending; not every time you look back, that person is in the light. A life journey, and walk and cherish. The foundation of companionship is to cherish each other.

　　The first thing you need to do is to look back at a certain point in your life and realize that things have long been different. The people around you don't know when they are long gone, and even the parting words have not been exported, they have faded out of life. In the future, we gradually forget the original intention, blurred each other's faces, and can not find our original selves.

　　The fireworks are easy to pass, and the red dust is easy to cold. Life is like a flower, there are leaves to accompany the good, but on the road of life, there is a section of the road that is destined to walk alone. There is no audience, no applause, no flowers, and no shoulder to lean on. Let our hearts blossom into the pattern of a spring flower, not asking for results, not seeking perfection, bright and fragrant.

　　One lesson in life is acceptance. Accept the people who have left, the things that have passed, the facts that cannot be changed. Also learn to accept dancing alone in this stage of life.

　　"Meeting is the fate of the previous life, leaving each other is the boat of this life." The encounter in the red dust is already beautiful. It's not easy to meet, it's even harder to keep each other. No need to complain, just be grateful. Whether it was joy, pain, gain, or loss, it has warmed our hearts, enriched our lives, and made us who we are today. I would like to use a thin pen to trace the people I met and the things I went through into the beautiful look of the initial meeting and seal it in my heart.

　　The blossoming and falling of flowers are the ups and downs of life. "To come in accidental, to go is inevitable." The fact is that you can find a lot of people who are not able to get a good deal on a lot of things.