A saint in the west said: "Perfection itself is the biggest defect", which made us understand something that made us inadvertently move. It is not what we define as "perfection" in our dictionary, but the "imperfection in perfection" that we regret in our hearts.

What makes us sigh? This is a defect. What keeps our hearts and souls together? This is a defect. But what really concerns and understands this shortcoming? It's perfect.

Because in our eyes, it should be so incomparable perfect, a treasure despised by God, but strangely left a little incomplete in our sight, because there is a vacancy in "perfection" and because people have a persistent love of beauty in their hearts. So that imperfection has room and will to improve it with the changing ideas in our hearts, so it is no longer incomplete, and it is improving in our minds. And when you insist that this kind of beauty may exist in the real world, but it can't come true because of some shortcomings, eternal regret will occupy your heart. There is an unconscious yearning for beauty in people's hearts, which is why regrets and helpless words can cross the barriers of time and regions and be forever dissolved in the hearts of the world.

A beauty you have is enough to comfort people, but a new curious heart will make you more excited about the beauty you can't have and stay behind. Just like me at this moment, I think that if I hadn't left in a hurry, if it hadn't passed away quietly, if I watched its short life silently, if it bloomed quietly before my eyes and died quietly, maybe my heart wouldn't remember that moment in its life so deeply.

Yes, just one brake. At that moment, it was not completely opened, only one petal really unfolded, which was white and fragrant, smoother and more beautiful than the baby's skin, and several petals were slightly stretched, but they were still tightly wrapped, and the flower heart met the agreement. In the breeze, it shook, causing waves of regret in my heart. In the years to come, my heart will never deny that its flowers that I didn't see with my own eyes are rare in the world.

A casual glance at the beautiful things in the world's heart should be more shocking than a long stare. Because regret is the beginning of perfection, and perfection is the beginning of regret.