The Beauty of Life
The beauty in life
In life, there are many captivating beauties, but they often appear unexpectedly, fleetingly disappearing!
These fleeting beauties, like when the weeping willows sway in spring, the swallows dance, and the butterflies flutter, evoke a nostalgic feeling for the magnificent poetry of the snow-laden winter; like when you suddenly see golden flocks of geese flying in the autumn, it brings back memories of the lush and vibrant green of summer. Precisely because of this, in the blurred memories, only the elusive and indescribable joy and beauty are preserved.
Looking at the cold moon in the evening sky on a winter's night, I suddenly remembered Xue Muren's 'The Lonely Tree'. In a forest, there was a lonely tree, a tree that emitted a mysterious glow, and a tree covered in dazzling golden light from the sky. This unique tree, because of its uniqueness, was quite distressed and could only wear a warm, delicate and glossy leaf, standing alone with its unknown sadness.
Nola's persistence prevented Xue Muren from approaching the tree, allowing her to cherish the beauty that arose from the distance.
If you were to approach it, what kind of situation would that be?
In that early winter, the warm winter sun shone on the leaning wall with a lazy slant. Its listless gaze, because of a bunch of wild chrysanthemums in the mud hut, puzzled for a long time.
They were wild chrysanthemums picked up in the morning and placed in a bottle with dew. One flower, one stem, green small leaves rising along the branches, a small circular flower fan at the top, like a happy little face, smiling sweetly. White, pink, and purple, skillfully arranged in the bottle, were so fresh and elegant, quiet and beautiful. Just this bunch of exquisite chrysanthemums, under the warm sunlight, radiated a quiet and unrestrained sense of peace, allowing people to forget the messy thoughts and find reasons to forget, releasing fatigue and healing wounded hearts. It seemed as if they were no longer lost.
Early one morning, the rising sun was obscured by a thick mist, only showing a faint white haze on the mountain peak. There were no pedestrians on the riverside, and there were no boats on the river. There was no wind, but it felt chilly, like a mischievous guy constantly poking at the neck, making you regret coming out, it's better to hide in the bed and learn to sing the popular 'tipsy butterflies' on Douyin.
As the mist slowly receded, the riverside became a little gloomy. When about to turn back, my eyes were glanced by a familiar thing in the grass not far away. Oh, it's her, the wild chrysanthemums blooming in winter! One, two, three… blurred and indistinct, but shining brilliantly – it must be the most proud fairy at this moment and here. It was still exquisite and beautiful.
Hesitating to approach, worried about seeing her dilapidated appearance. So enjoy its beauty under the mist. In a moment of hesitation, a ray of sunshine broke through the mist, and the wild chrysanthemums appeared in full view. After being bathed in the cold dew overnight, she was spotless and fresh. Without wind, she stood tall and elegant. It was still exquisite and beautiful.
Or perhaps it was just the mood at that time? It was already so, regardless of the raging wind or the dust-covered, it was precisely this unique exquisiteness. Perhaps this was exactly one of its unique and exquisite beauties. But after surviving the cold wind and dust, after being bathed in the cold dew, when she smiled at the sun, that was her most radiant beauty.
Carefully picked a small bunch and took it home, placing them in her daughter's pale blue vase. The sunshine happily jumped into the room, shining on these fresh and exquisite flowers.
Suddenly realized: Didn't Xue Muren make a mistake? Why didn't Nola's persistence become her persistence?
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