Bloom. Life. The beauty of nature

A flower, as long as it blooms, is beautiful!

In the early morning after the rain, walking in the factory area, eyes full of green, willow branches gently dancing with the wind, roadside yellow flowers, purple flowers swaying and colorful, water droplets on the grass glittering and translucent, with colorful colors, rolling, fell into the grass and disappeared.

Looking up, it seemed that a rose flower was about to bloom, and all the other flowers were still wrapped in green leaves, but she was like a little girl in a hurry, budding, revealing a small pink jacket, particularly conspicuous among the green leaves. I couldn't help being interested in her. I leaned forward and stared at her. How did the flowers bloom? How does a petal unfold? Grow up so big, have seen the beautiful flowers, but have not seen the process of flowers blooming in the end whether it is beautiful?

I stared at her closely, but she was motionless. Even if a small petal moved gently, I could see it, but I didn't. I stared for a long time, completely impatient and left. This budding flower girl shook her head at me mischievously in the wind, but I didn't have the slightest grievance.

Finally, tomorrow, I still turned to her. Ohh! I exclaimed that all the flowers were waiting to bloom, but she bloomed among the green leaves, becoming more charming and shy. How beautiful, this little pink flower!

Amazed at her beauty, I felt a trace of remorse for not insisting on watching her bloom.

A flower, from the flower bone to bloom, and then to full bloom, before and after more than half a month. In fact, any life is the same, from the day she was born, life entered the countdown. The same is true of this beautiful flower, just blooming, she will try her best to bloom for her beautiful life, and she will leave her most beautiful moment under the blue sky and white clouds that she does not know yet. Because life tells her that her beauty is that wonderful moment. Think of this, I can not help but think of her death and scold myself, such a beautiful flower, how can you think of her withering, whether the psychology is too dark!

Hi! Flowers are like this, birds are like this, cats and dogs are like this, and people are even more so. In a limited life, they will try their best to bloom for the best moment in life. Because her efforts for the arrival of this moment are obvious to all, and at the same time it is hard and long! For people, life is almost more than 30,000 days, young and middle-aged for several decades, almost every day is spent in a wonderful, may have no feeling for these fifteen days of life. But for this flower, fifteen days is her whole life! Its life must be dazzling! Especially the one in front of me, she is lucky, she opened early, let him have my love, the value of her fifteen days is that I appreciate her, perhaps, other flowers will not be so lucky, perhaps, tomorrow I come again, the flowers opened a large area, I will not be here narcissistic, this beautiful flower will also be submerged in the sea of flowers, no longer her most beautiful beauty.

Think about it, I am lucky, I saw a beautiful life in her most beautiful moment. She is lucky, because she opened up smoothly, and he met someone who loved her, but this luck deserves her beautiful blooming life!

This is the case with life in the world, and so are flowers. Not every life will have a wonderful moment, not every life will be concerned, appreciated, and all of us. Which one of us is not blooming in obscurity? maybe there is a wonderful part of life, but who will appreciate it? The world always survives in the competition of the fittest, which can not be changed, but we must believe that: as long as through their own efforts, can also create wonderful! Just like this beautiful flower, she is hard-working and lucky. When her sisters bloom together tomorrow, they will become a flower bush, not just like her. Reading and appreciation of American articles

This flower can be regarded as one of the winners in the flower world. if she is lazy in her mother's arms and refuses to bloom, then his fifteen days of life will only be silent in the flowers. But she bloomed before others, to be sure, she is a successful, she is a hard-working flower, is a dream flower, this is a flower that can see the blue sky and white clouds, can see her delicate appearance!

My evaluation to her is: this is a beautiful flower! I want to remember her, I took a picture of her, I want to save this beautiful life.

She is really worthy of the afterlife, maybe she will be defeated tomorrow, but at least it has been here and beautiful!

If she is strong, if she still lives and struggles even if she is defeated, she will not be afraid, because there are flowers in her successors!

This is beauty. What beauty? The beauty of life, the beauty of blooming, the beauty of nature!