1. "Life is like a summer flower"
Make life as gorgeous as a summer flower and death as quiet and beautiful as an autumn leaf.
The gorgeous summer flowers are as beautiful as the stars in the sky. And as passionate as flamenco. Life is as wonderful as summer flowers, life is as beautiful as summer flowers, life is as passionate as summer flowers, and life is as meaningful as summer flowers.
To live as beautiful as a summer flower means to live your own beauty, just like what the poet Rabindranath Tagore said, "Little grass, your steps may be small, but you own the land under your feet." No matter how small the flower is, it has the freedom to bloom, no matter how small the flower is, it has the freedom to live, has unparalleled beauty, and releases all the passion.
The beginning of summer flowers is an ungerminated seed, a force that is ready to go, and a mysterious hope. It's a desire. The desire to share the joy of the world. It is a hazy and quiet beauty that has not yet been discovered.
The beginning of summer flowers. It is a shy flower waiting to bloom, standing shyly on the branch when the wind blows. Then he swayed shyly from side to side. Summer flowers at this time are the purest. The purest years. Her thoughts are a blank sheet of paper, her soul is on her face, and her expression is always reserved. The gentleness of her bowed head always reminds people of the motto "It can be seen from a distance but not played with". At this time, Xia Hua is a kind of beauty that can't stop talking.
The most beautiful moment in Xia Hua’s life has arrived. She unfolds her passionate heart and beautiful face, showing her beauty and graceful figure to everyone. At this time She is undoubtedly the most colorful. She amazes everyone and impresses everyone. She is the most eye-catching, the most shining. Like an actor obsessed with dancing. Her passionate dance swayed in the wind as if there was no one else around.
At the end of summer flowers, even if they wither and wither, they will still be carried by the wind to outline the dance of life in the air. Even if they grow old and wither, they will still keep their nobility at the last moment. Her beauty and her life will no longer be regrettable. People will only remember the gorgeous beauty of those flowers instead of the sadness of withering.
Live like a summer flower, grow like a summer flower from mystery to shyness to bloom and wither. Life can be like a summer flower. There will be no regrets in this life.
2. "Born Like Summer Flowers"
The summer breeze blows, and the miscanthus is fluttering in the wind. The acacia tree is covered with fallen flowers. The sunshine lingers between the swaying wins and losses. Glittering like the silent gold of Babylon.
On autumn afternoons, I often sit in the empty classroom and do my work. It’s not that I love waiting for work, it’s just that I don’t have the courage to deal with the mountains of homework and homework.
Everything comes around again. The shadow of time is like the past. I listened to the youthful songs, and the sound of the acoustic guitar swayed in them. Music writes notes in the memory of youth. Everything is safe. Music flows lightly in time. Friday noon in the autumn light. Nothing has been lost. Shimo never came.
In a small corner of a video store smaller than the basketball three-second zone. A tape, the dusty cobwebs on it are lingering and lingering. I rode out to the school lawn and put the tape in my Walkman. Then lie down and close your eyes. The changing electric sound of Dou. Integrated into one, the colorful and flowing sounds are as trance-like as the wind.
The early spring sunshine shines on the green lawn like bright rain lines. White clouds stand in the sky like long mountains in winter, and occasionally there are short and long cloud wisps drifting in the wind like snowflakes. The people of the old days, the voices of the old days, the words of the old days, and the whispering words of the old days appear in my mind one by one, with bright colors like the sky in early spring. Bright and clear. That slow, graceful, flow of life.
Almost 17 months later I watched Gao Xiaosong's movie "The Flowers Bloomed Then". I didn't pay too much attention to Zhou Xun and Xia Yu, I just kept watching Pu Shu. The man who looked calm and slightly melancholy. The acting is really not worth mentioning and somewhat makes the movie inferior. But at the end, I saw Zhou Xun lighting the autumn trees in the golden wheat field, and I heard the singing voice of the hackberry tree appearing at that time. I ignored Zhang Yadong's gorgeous electric sound and Pu Shu's skillful acoustic guitar. I heard the low sound of water and a girl's laughter. Such a faint laughter. A transparent smile flows through time. It's as if Herodotus was chuckling through the millennia of ancient Greek history. That feeling of being free. Keep fading into the past. The past that once held our infinite hope.
It’s all over, our flowers...
3. "Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers"
"Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, death is like The quiet beauty of autumn leaves. "——Inscription
On the seaside of time, the waves of time lap at the dead beach. Some people are like gravel on the beach, just wandering around as the waves rise and fall; some people are like shells, with a round heart under their solid appearance - holding a dazzling pearl.
He said that he "looked coldly at a thousand people, bowed his head and was willing to be a bully". He is in darkness, but still yearns for the light. He used a pen to arouse the integrity sleeping in the blood of the Chinese people. He satirized those lunatics who "eat human flesh and drank human blood" and praised those heroes who had a fearless spirit and dared to fight against the darkness. He had seen too many tragedies in his life, and he had endless sorrow in his heart, but he turned into tears and pen and ink. He raised his flag and shouted in the darkness, watering the flowers of literature with his blood.
"He is a giant of words and a benchmark of action." He led the young people in Kunming and led the people across the country to fight for democracy. He stood on the podium, shouted loudly, and exposed the ugly behavior of those agents to the audience. In the street parade, he walked at the front, head held high, long beard fluttering, and full of energy. He is fearless because the truth is with them. Those who hide in corners and dare not face the sun will one day be burned completely by the flames of democracy. He uses his heroic spirit and life to explain to us the connotation and significance of democracy.
He returned from studying abroad and obtained a doctorate at the age of only 26. Just a week after he became a doctor, he returned to the embrace of the motherland without hesitation. What made him return was a deep feeling. Rural sentiment is a strong patriotic feeling. When he set foot on this homeland again, what greeted him was an order from his superiors. He didn't know where he was going or how long he was going, but without saying a word, he packed up his luggage and headed for the Gobi Desert. It has been more than thirty years since I left. More than thirty years are enough to turn black hair into strands of white hair, but these years have not been in vain. China has successfully developed two bombs and one satellite. He had no regrets and used his sweat and youth to irrigate the flower of science and technology in the vast desert.
Although these great men are no longer here, their deeds and spirit still encourage us to move forward bravely. We should, like them, live brilliantly, die gloriously, and make contributions to society and the world. Contribution within our ability.