? The movement, like life, has its own circle. Some circles meet and intermingle, and some circles have nothing to do with a lifetime. A variety of sports apps record the calories you consume, a variety of points of praise to declare that you are not alone in this busy and noisy world. On the face of the people who constantly encountered wearing a mask or brushing past hurriedly pulling on the mask; there are also night runners, a sportswear, headphones in the ears, simply do not wear a mask, they believe in their own resistance, completely immersed in their own rhythm. In fact, to see whether the residents of a city live in peace and well-being, you only need to go to various squares, various parks or recreational trestles to see the people who are walking, running at night, and dancing in the square. From this point of view, Gaochun is indeed a livable place.
? In the late spring, the iron fence of the North Campus of the Senior High School (formerly known as De Sheng Middle School) has become a wall of rosebuds. A variety of colors, blooming unrestrainedly. It is as if all the energy that has been saved up for a year is going to be released in the last two weeks. Some by the fence, as if waiting for last year's return; some in groups of three or five, as if together with the whispering girls; some fight for high and straight, as if aspiring to the end of the green clouds. Flowers and leaves all interpret the true color of life, or brilliant, or monotonous, or heavy, or light. They feel the walker's breath in a hurry, from that breath, the rosebud smelled the covetous flavor: a few can not resist the temptation of middle-aged women, secretly pick a few flowers to take home, is the intention to use this to retain their lost youth?
? The opposite side of the rose wall, across a few basketball courts, is a brightly lit senior classroom, where is the battlefield of youth. The students hope to bloom in the early summer after the rosebuds bloomed their own savings of twelve years of splendor. I think of that morning I met a few children in the sea of last night's struggle in the sea of questions, their eyes are written full of fatigue, one sleepwalking like, let a person look at the heartache! Heavy hope stacked on their hearts, they can still see the green grass, smell the flowers curling? I hope they will soon peel off the hope of the cocoon of the butterfly, may they be like this wantonly free rose as the opening of a warm and unrestrained, may they have a bright future,
? The same youth, different situations. People, like flowers, have a process of accumulating, blooming, maturing and withering. Each process is ups and downs, swaying; each result has long been destined, unchangeable. Perhaps brilliant and romantic, perhaps the heartbreaking, perhaps meaningless, perhaps lonely and sad.
? With the rose wall a wall apart is the Wujiazui senior apartments. Closed management during the epidemic, from time to time to see the families of employees talking across the fence, but also to send clothes and food to the elderly family members. On that day, I met a middle-aged woman who came to see her father, and because the epidemic situation was so severe that she couldn't get in, the staff pushed the old man in a wheelchair to the front door. A few meters away, the middle-aged woman greeted the old man loudly and kept telling him not to lose his temper inside, probably telling him that the family could not get in and the people inside could not get out. The old man's ears might not be very good, and his answers were a bit slurred. Perhaps it is because of the long time in the room, the old man's face looks pale, voice trembling, eyes cloudy, so people can easily think of an idiom: the wind and candles old age. I think he must have had a rose-flowered youth, his youth must have had ups and downs vivid, he must have been a colorful butterfly leaping through his forest. When all the responsibilities of life is finished, the years deprived him of the ability to act, and even to deprive him of self-esteem. He may feel that he has lived into the children's burden, which is probably all the old people must face the cruelty of old age, think about it is not inevitably sad, but also a little ironic! In the twilight of life, the material things we seek are very few and far between, but the companionship and comfort from the family is very important. Aging society, this is a topic, but also a subject, but also a problem.
Flowers blossom and fall when there are flowers, people come and go on earth. A rose, fragrant years; a window light, illuminated years; a wheelchair, folded life. No matter how great, no matter how small, people on the journey, we are in a hurry. Live in the moment, so that the process is beautiful; with a frank, to face all the past, this may be the life of the normal bar.
? I smelled the rose, continue to move forward!