Flowers and fruits
Spring has come and the flowers are in bloom.
Flowers know that they are beautiful. Early morning dew clings to delicate petals and rolls from time to time. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple are the pride of sunshine and the elegance of March. The dew on the petals reflects the softness of the whole world.
Bathed in the sun, Hua looked up at the sun, the mother of all things, and narrowed his eyes happily. The feeling of warmth spread all over her body, and every cell was full of growth vitality. When the rain comes, the flowers standing alone in the bushes are like a drizzle in spring-good rain knows the season and spring is coming. She silently accepted the baptism of drizzle, and the fertile soil gave her roots more nutrients. Flowers live so happily.
Flowers don't make public, she has been, has been, trying to bloom her magnificent colors. There was endless praise around, and she just swayed slightly in the wind with reserve and grace and nodded her thanks.
She doesn't care if she is jealous, just laugh it off. Flowers are a symbol of tenderness.
The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and cicadas are ringing all day and all night. I spent the night in the starry sky and suddenly felt a spasm; Then, a budding force, similar to the force before the flower first grows, gradually broke out from her body.
She changes every day. The beautiful face is gone, and the weak and light petals of the past can't bear the great power. A gust of wind blew, as if it were falling gently. Finally, one day, the petals that she had been proud of withered. She watched them dance lightly with the wind, as if there was still life. But once I fell to the ground, I was left there alone, at the mercy of the wind.
Hua was sad, but she didn't cry. After all, she also knows that flowers always go through this process. No one praises her beauty anymore, and those who are jealous are also cynical. Although I have nothing to be proud of, I still have noble temperament and tolerance. Instead of mourning for the loss, she began to store nutrients for the coming fruit, and then she kept growing, growing and growing. ...
The flower heart is gradually getting bigger, and the color, volume and thickness are rapidly increasing and changing in the dazzling sunshine. Hua has never experienced such heat and discomfort, only physical changes comforted her. Suffer silently, and the fruit is finally ripe!
Hua looked at the fruit that condensed all her blood and tears with relief and felt that her life was disappearing, and the fruit would take her place. If that exuberant vitality makes her sigh. It's time to rest! She thinks so.
Flowers, without a trace of regret, disappeared.
The rebirth of fruit comes from the gestation of flowers.
A pair of hands, gently picked the fruit and put it in the basket.
All the efforts made by Hua are reflected and sublimated here.
Summer, autumn, winter and spring.
The life of huaguo begins again …