(1) Outside the window, the branches and leaves of Ulmus elata are swaying in the night wind. Ah, this is that little tree. It was once uprooted because it was sick and thin, abandoned on the roadside, and was on the verge of death. Now it is alive and well and full of vitality. Why did the carefully selected good seedling Han Xinyue encounter such a disaster? The flower branches were broken before the buds bloomed; can they be reattached after being broken? Who to ask? Ask the "gardener"? Can the "gardener" answer?
It was too hot in the room, so he opened the door, walked out of the dormitory, and walked out of the preparation room. In the chaotic night, he walked along the path in front of the building, crossed the stone bridge, and stepped onto the island. The island was silent, and the Weiming Lake was silent. The sky was dark, without stars or moon. The air is humid and the night wind is hot and suffocating. Maybe a summer rainstorm is coming! In the night, the number of green trees and bright flowers and plants lost their luster, and they were like heavy black clouds pressing on the lake shore, surrounding him. In the sultry summer night, he suddenly felt a cold air piercing his skin. He stopped looking at the dark monsters around him, lowered his head, and walked back slowly.
(2) She said stubbornly: "Human souls are equal!" Yes, it is absolutely true, people are equal. The difference between people lies in the efforts made to discover and embody one's own value, not in the person itself.
(3) Outside the window, snow is falling. The tall poplars, delicate weeping willows, and whirling albizia trees are all covered with white gauze, swaying gently, as if dancing to the beat of this music. , as if the melodious sound of the piano is swirling among the strings of jade beads, strips of silver threads, and blossoming white flowers...
(4) The music has come to an end, and the sky is clear after the rain. , a colorful rainbow flew across the sky, a pair of colorful butterflies danced, weeping and complaining, the heart-stirring main melody sounded again, it was like a dream, like water and tenderness!
(5) Spring is here, and Miss Chun spreads the warm east wind and the continuous spring rain to the world, and spreads love and hope to the world.
In the flower bed in front of the building, the delicate flowers bloomed one after another, spitting out their fragrance. The pink peach, the bright yellow jasmine, the colorful pansies, the dazed cyclamen, the shy mimosa, and the flowers that although not blooming brightly, still compete with other flowers for a share of spring with their strong vitality. "Can't die"... The hard-working gardeners treat them equally and carefully protect them. Spring belongs to all life!
(6) It seems that the call comes from the depths of the earth, from the underworld, from the flesh and blood, awakening a closed heart, and burying a feeling that was buried too deep. The emotions have been awakened for too long, the world has been forgotten, the sky and the earth collapsed, flash floods broke out, seawater swallowed up the land, thunder and lightning destroyed life, leaving only Adam and Eve on the isolated island, the world will start again!
The world begins again, a world of two people! Don’t know if it is sin, suffering, happiness, or hope? The dying struggle of two souls, the calling of two souls from a distance, the violent collision of two souls, and the painful moans of two souls. Does man destroy man, or man save man?
How can we avoid hatred in life? The ecstasy is endless...
In the dream, I didn’t know that I was a guest, and I was greedy for pleasure for a while!
Is life a dream? No, you can still forget it after waking up from the dream. Can you forget it in life?
Is life a book? No, the book can be deleted and modified after it is completed. Can life be deleted and modified?
There is never a blueprint for life. Life is completed only after living through it.
History has always been improvised. And when it became history, it was commented on by thousands of generations. And no matter how you evaluate it, you can't change its past existence. You can only find the inevitable from chance and make it logical.
History is the footprints of people. But not all those who left their footprints dare to face up to their history.
History cannot be rewritten. No matter it is a great change that affects the fate of hundreds of millions of people, or it is an ordinary experience of a mere mortal that is not worthy of being written down on paper.
Everything is gone, everything remains.