Outside the window, the trees are covered with clusters of flaming phoenix flowers. Brilliant and gorgeous parting sails have been quietly pulled up, and the beautiful scenery is cruel to me after all. Meeting because of words is a beautiful surprise. * * * The time outside the window seems to leave a faint trace of tassel in the air, with a graceful amorous feelings slightly ups and downs, with a whisper of joy. Because * * * like-minded, because * * * language is interlinked. Formed a collective, parting will always make people reluctant. At the moment, I'm not in the mood to enjoy the scenery. I would rather believe that parting is only for a better reunion, but for a better pursuit of the ideal of flying with each other. I am reluctant to part with this farewell. The future blockbusters, big chunks, ups and downs are all gone, about the happiness of writing poems together. Phoenix blossoms, which is a kind of youth. Phoenix flowers fall, which is a kind of withering. When I'm sorry, I think there is still a lingering fragrance that is enough for us to remember. Parting, parting is repeated in life. No matter how much reluctance, it can only turn into a heartfelt blessing. Cherish the flowers bloom and fall, cherish the good memories in memory.