everything beautiful in the world is extremely short-lived, but the short-lived beauty goes to eternity in an instant.
Epiphyllum blooms shamefully in the middle of the night, and begins to wither in just three hours. In the quiet midnight, few people cling to its peerless appearance. After dawn, it appears in people's sight, just like a decaying appearance. People can only imagine how gorgeous and charming it was and lament its short-lived fate. Even so, it must choose to bloom, and in this indifferent world, it will scatter its own fragrance.
The meteor falls instantly, and in a fleeting moment, from which end of the sky to this end of the sky, it rushes all the way, burying its own sadness, only sweeping its beautiful figure across the vast night sky, unable to annihilate its ray of light among the dazzling stars.
The elegant dance of snowflakes has become the depth of winter between heaven and earth, falling from the distant sky piece by piece, pure and crystal clear, melting into instant beauty, even if it is shattered, it will be thrown into the embrace of the earth, even if it has disappeared, leaving a cold breath like gibberish, still spreading all over the sky.
Epiphyllum, snowflake, or meteor, instantaneous beauty, unchangeable fate, or it is precisely because of this brevity that it is so beautiful.
No one doesn't like beautiful things, and no one can refuse the infiltration of beauty. Everyone has a yearning for beauty and looks forward to a beautiful life.
Beauty is the spring sorrow brewed in March. I can't see it, but there is a hint of sadness in my heart. Beauty is leaving my injury. I always put my heart in the distance, consciously or unconsciously, recalling the past love and thinking about someone. Beauty is missing, lurking in the depths of the soul, and the phoenix tree is even more drizzly at dusk, so it spreads and bursts its banks. Beauty is the entanglement of love and hate, the helplessness that can't be let go, and the curse that cuts the chaos. How many looking for a marriage in the world of mortals have encountered this beauty, and they are deeply immersed in it, and it is difficult to extricate themselves. Fate comes and goes, and the fingers are intertwined. You want to spend well, and I want a full moon, but it happened that I was like a stranger on the dust. You are destined for the willows on the bank, just like the train that went from north to south, which can only pass by but cannot merge with each other. I don't know where the flowers are, because of the beauty interwoven with tears and laughter, such as a butterfly with a broken wing trying to fly across the sea, and a humble moth trying to put herself on fire, so determined, so thorough and so unswerving, the whole world asks why? Clear and refreshing, but there are only eight-character mantra "Because of love, it is beautiful."
what is beauty? Beauty has a deeper and further interpretation. Beauty is not only a landscape composed of blue sky and white clouds, green mountains and clear waters, pavilions and pavilions, birds and flowers, but also a beautiful woman. Beauty is also a pleasant mood and a feeling from the heart. Beauty is the figure of the sanitation worker sweeping the garbage under the street lamp. Beauty is the sweat on the face of the construction master on the construction site. Beauty is a happy smile when looking at the golden wheat fields. Beauty is the moment when a mother takes the child from the building with both hands. Beauty is the moment when a female teacher pushes the child away when a car accident comes. Beauty is the responsibility of holding the steering wheel when iron pieces are pierced. Beauty is the olive green that helps the disaster. Beauty is a bright red that rushes to the sea of fire. Beauty is the angels in white that saves lives. Beauty is you, beauty is me, beauty is him, beauty is the beginning of truth in human nature, and beauty is the world where all beings are in harmony with everything in heaven and earth.
I think about those beautiful things that are fleeting, and I quietly watch those beautiful things that are moving towards eternity in a twinkling.