The fragrance of earth is simple and elegant; the fragrance of grass is fresh and clean; the fragrance of flowers is rich and confused.
What is the fragrance of life?
Spring. The earth is waking up, the ice and snow are melting, and the sound is rising and falling; dead branches are sprouting, streams are gurgling, bees and butterflies are swarming; rain is falling, light clouds are caressing the soul, and the breeze is creating dreams. Gently push the window open, and you are greeted by air soaked in moisture, mixed with the fresh and clean fragrance of grass and the rich and confusing fragrance of flowers, filling the whole room and the whole earth, bringing vitality and hope of a new era to all things. This is the fragrance of life - confused hope.
Summer. Flowers, confusion, hope, vitality, ice and snow, everything is swallowed up by this vast ocean of green. They may be the past, or they may be the future. The weather in summer is elusive. Maybe one second, the world is still scorching sunshine, churning air, and distorted scenes; then the next second, it may be lead clouds covering the sky and the sun, the sky and the earth are dim, and the hot air is mixed with... There was a suffocating aroma mixed with mud and rain, there was no wind, and the earth was still; at the last second, heavy rain poured down and the wind howled, and the world exuded the most desperate aroma and roared, as if the grandest memorial ceremony for youth was being held. funeral. This is the fragrance of life - grand despair.
Autumn. At the beginning of autumn, little bits of golden and fiery red gradually appeared in the overwhelming green, and then were completely replaced by golden and fiery red, just like a magnificent castle showing its final glory. Yes, the final glory. After the Beginning of Autumn, glory began to be baptized by the flames of war, until the flames of war ceased and glory came to an end. What was left in the end was the sky full of yellow sand, the pale yellow sky, and the croaking black crows; the dead branches whose blood had been burned dry were like dead trees. The warrior stretched out his hands helplessly, his twisted fingers piercing the sky and dividing the sunset. The dry air was filled with loess, and the temperature dropped sharply. This is the fragrance of life - the helplessness of loneliness.
Winter. The world of ice and snow, the holy world, the quiet world, God's comfort to the scars. If a year is a great story, then winter is the perfect ending. There is no hatred, no sorrow, no victory, no failure. Time flows with everything to the invisible end, disappearing at the invisible end with the fragrance of the cleanest ice and snow, reappearing in the prologue of another story... This It is the fragrance of life - the silent end.
This fragrance is not that fragrance. Fragrance does not just represent a smell, but represents a perfect legend.
Hope is the beauty full of vitality; despair is the beauty full of tragedy; helplessness is the beauty full of vicissitudes; the end is the beauty full of tranquility.
These are the fragrance of life and the legend of life.