There was a young man who always looked disgusted when he saw the old man. He hates old, stupid and ugly people.

One day, a young man walked into the house with a pot of bright chrysanthemums and put them on the balcony. Then he said to his father who was reading a book, "Dad, we young people are as full of vitality as this blooming flower. And you old people, like autumn leaves, gradually wither and fall with the wind. "

Father picked up a walnut on the coffee table and held it in his hand. He said to his son, "You are right. But I think old people are more like crumpled fruits in my hands, if young people are like flowers. Flowers bloom life on beautiful petals, and fruits condense life on armor. "

The son is still unconvinced: "If there are no flowers, what about the fruit?"

"yes! All fruits used to be flowers, however, not all flowers can become fruits! "

Truth:

Birth, aging, illness and death are natural processes that everyone can't escape.

Life is beautiful from beginning to end. Old people are like the sunset in the western world, reflecting beautiful rosy clouds. Without sunset, there is no sunrise.