Author: Ye Xin

Fate is so cruel that it makes two vibrant buds bloom before their youth and vitality will wither prematurely; And fate is kind, rekindling the spark of hope for two hearts that are already on the verge of despair.

One sunny afternoon, the boy and the girl met in the corridor of the hospital. At the moment of their eye contact, two young hearts were deeply shocked. They both read sadness from each other's eyes. Maybe it's because they are in the same boat. In the evening, they became old friends who seemed to have known each other for many years. Since then, boys and girls have spent one sunrise and another sunset, and both of them no longer feel lonely and helpless.

Finally, one day, boys and girls were told that their illness was hopeless. Boys and girls have been taken back to their homes, and their illness is getting worse every day. But neither boy nor girl has forgotten that there is an agreement between them. They just exchange care and blessings by writing letters, and every word and sentence is a great encouragement to them.

In this way, the days passed quickly. Three months passed in a blink of an eye. One afternoon three months later, the girl closed her eyes peacefully, with a faint smile on her mouth and a letter from the boy in her hand. Her mother was crying silently beside her. She silently accepted the boy's letter, and lines of forceful words came into view: "... when fate plays tricks on you, don't be afraid, don't hesitate, because there are still many people around who care about and love you, and we will help you and protect you. You are by no means alone ... "The girl's mother's hand holding the letter trembled, and the writing paper was slightly wet in her hand.

The girl just left. The day after she left, her mother found a stack of letters written but not sent in the girl's drawer. The top one is "received by mom". The girl's mother opened the letter in confusion. It was written by a familiar daughter. It says, "Mom, when you read this letter, I may have left you, but I still have one wish unfinished. I had an agreement with a boy. I promised him that I would walk the last journey of my life with him, but I knew maybe I couldn't keep my promise. So, after I leave, please send these letters to him one by one for me, so that he can feel that I am still strong and alive. I believe these letters can give him more confidence in life ... daughter. " Looking at her daughter's last sentence, the mother's eyes were moist again, and she could no longer restrain her feelings. She felt a force urging her to see the boy. Yes, she wants to see him. She wants to tell him that there is such a girl who wants him to live well.

The girl's mother took her daughter's letter and found the boy's home according to the address on the envelope. She saw a picture of a lively boy in a black photo frame in the middle of the table. The girl's mother was shocked. Mother was in tears when she suddenly looked at the woman who opened the door. She slowly picked up a stack of letters on the table and sobbed, "This was left by my son. He left a month ago, but he said there was a girl with the same fate waiting for his letter and encouragement, so I sent those letters for him this month ... "At this point, the boy's mother was crying. At this time, the girl's mother came over, hugged another mother tightly and murmured, "For a beautiful agreement ..."

2. Holly flower

I have watched holly blossom for many spring. Many times, I always break off a spikelet when the holly is in bloom, quietly pass it to my nose, and repeatedly smell its faint fragrance.

I admit that I don't care what holly will look like after decay. Maybe it's beautiful, maybe it's heroic.

The spring is thick and the air is warm and pleasant. When I have a rest after work, I walk on a piece of green grass, reading and thinking.

Looking at the streets of the town, I always feel that it has been so cold for a long time, which makes people shudder. I'm thinking that nothing special seems to happen today. However, curious eyes still hope to find something in that deserted street.

Everything remains the same, except for some sparse figures, the most conspicuous is the holly flowers in full bloom in spring!

An unknown tree in the past, I didn't notice how many times I passed by, but today it is pulling my sight in the distance. Just like us, who will pay attention when we are sweating silently and struggling silently? It was not until he made a blockbuster that we realized that he had an innate beauty. Therefore, Bole, who is good at discovering beauty, has to make us respect!

There is also a row of holly trimmed like bricks next to me, but it is evergreen and does not bloom. Holly trees along the street grow freely and have never been repaired by scissors or scratched by gardeners. Seen from a distance, it looks very much like an old woman's hair. Snow-white hair is loose and elegant, showing a little wildness.

Holly blossoms, thick and tight, like in the market, each branch is competing for beauty.

Maybe there are too many flowers, and the branches are bent by one ear after another. Staring at it in the distance, vaguely smelling the fragrance.

In terms of beauty and richness, holly flowers can't be ranked. Its flowers and bones are like beige sand, with yellow in white. The ball is delicate and tender, revealing bursts of vitality. The blooming petals are only as small as a millet. If you look closely, you will find that Holly is light yellow, and the light green grass is hidden in the light yellow. Whether it is white, yellow or green, it looks moist, bright, warm, sweet and fragrant as if it had been washed by morning dew.

This is not a lady in flowers, but a small jasper.

It doesn't like heavy makeup, but it loves light makeup; It doesn't like hype, but it's hidden. It attracts bees and butterflies with its delicate fragrance, and also wins people's attention, admiration and admiration with its implicit beauty.

In the former middle school campus, I found it when I happened to pass by, and it was still in a secluded corner. This is a coincidence. I didn't expect it to blossom before this. Because in our consciousness, we often see rows of square and round gardens that have been perfectly trimmed by gardeners.

But I like uncut holly and its flowers. I like it to spread a touch of tranquility in the unknown corner alone, and to dedicate the most beautiful moment of life without complaint or regret in spring. It is carefree and does not deliberately live vigorously, but seeks the beauty of innocence and tranquility in life.