But fallen petals are not heartless matter

Dusk rain Xiaoxiang, wandering in the uninhabited ancient road, is the merciless accumulation of time, let me uphold the last wishes of my predecessors, to pursue the old man in a long shirt in the past. Once upon a time, he looked at the falling flowers on the riverbank, and the bitter singing of falling red was not a heartless thing, but turned into spring mud to protect the flowers. Today, the sad wind in my ears still allows me to touch the grand wish of falling flowers.

Standing at the intersection of youth, high-spirited us, threatened to aim high; standing at the head of the Yangtze River, association Pianpian of us, determined to ride the wind and waves; stop at the top of Mount Tai, the edge of us, vowed to have no regrets in this life. It is the original dream in our hearts that supports us and urges us to go farther and farther on the journey of life. As a passer-by of life, we look at the horizon and ask: while chasing our dreams, do you fall in love with the beautiful scenery along the way?

Wind, let the hair tip stretch, red and yellow rendering of the maple forest, has long been unable to find graceful spring butterflies, even if I ride the whip and ride the world of mortals, the butterflies are also missing. Once upon a time drunk under the spring sun, butterfly play horseshoe incense, you and I made a clank oath, together to piece together a brilliant wish, this wish does not belong to you, nor does it belong to me, but no one can deny that this wish belongs to each other's past. Full of desolation, in the bleak, I lowered my cold hand, bored, and had to come to a low conclusion: my first wish was broken, so fragmented.

The autumn wind breaks up the customs, the management is still chaotic, but it is like a river of spring flowing eastward, but the yellowed leaves in autumn have already withered spring, and how many days have been mercilessly replaced, people, or the old people, but their first wish has gradually become blurred. Why bother to stick together that stupid person?

Sitting alone in the stone chair in the forest, I watched the autumn leaves falling one by one, and so did the unbearable sorrow in my eyes, just like the withered petals of roses, the remnants seeped into the earth and stopped breathing. All of a sudden, a withered leaf butterfly rowed past me. Is this the spring butterfly that used to be? No, I know very well that it is autumn. Wrong! This is the metamorphosis of the butterfly. You can grieve for the aging of your face, but the withered butterfly in the forest can have a perfect life again. It is my devotion to each other that makes us separated in the seasonal reincarnation, and now we can be reunited. I don't care if the first wish is true or false, and the second wish makes me know how to cherish it. I use my few hands left to support the withered leaf butterfly's second wish, perhaps, this is also my second wish, this wish belongs to you, belongs to me, but also belongs to each other's day.

Thousands of years ago, Luohong used its wheezing life to cast the fragrance of spring mud in the coming year, accomplishing its second wish, ruthless and affectionate. Looking back 500 times in my previous life, but in exchange for a passing pass in this life, I do not admire the beauty of the spring butterfly, but I will spend the rest of my life loving and caring for this withered leaf butterfly, although it will grow old slowly, but how is the second wish inferior to the first wish that breaks its promise?

Author: Yu Xin