Last night, the autumn wind has started, autumn rain.
On the way back, the little wood, looked not far from the whip, Xiao Xiaozhu swaying in the rain, listening to the rain drops on the large phoenix leaves and then dropped to the ground on the ground, I felt to the cool autumn It is intertwined by the autumn wind to the flourishing information, and my heart is still injured.
Why do you have tears in this beautiful harvest season? And is this like this? Is it a memorial for summer? Or is it a fear of cold winter?
I have no answer.
A sound exhausted tweet, broke my thoughts. It's awkward, I am so familiar, the whole summer, it is singing in the sun, singing for this month of this month in the past four years. It seems to be exhausted, I can hear its singing, but why is it so painful?
I have a reply, but I don't see trace. After all, it is not eye-catching, I still step on the grass, I came to the tree that I think it should belong to it. I bent down, along with the sound, and finally saw it. Its wings have been sticky to the ground by rain, it seems that it has been unable to crawl, there is no movement there, but the length of the burst has always announced its life. Looking at it painful, I feel that it seems to be alive. But why do you want to sing in this cold rainy night? Because it also knows life is about to end, but I don't want to give up this opportunity to sing.
Life is a song, regardless of joy or pain, we have no reason to refuse singing, why should we fight because of frustration? Why don't we do this: even if you are the end of life, can we also launch a smile to meet death? Is we don't know how to cherish life? Still because we refused to have a sun in your life?
From our lives, we have no right to refuse the pain of the fate. We are born in pain. The final death will be accompanied by pain, as if this life is like this. It is not satisfactory in life, often let us inexplicably, we often feel full because of these and not happy. But we don't want to give up to pursue a beautiful thing in life, isn't it?
