A beautiful called desolate

This world there are a lot of beautiful things, but I was only love a beauty, its name is desolate!!!!!

Time dancing, the world 10000 transform, the meteor soon that is welcome, never.

A lot of good things can only blossom moment, let a person have to exclamation short life!!!!!

In the river of history people just a passer-by, perhaps because of this, it was the more the cherish this tearing apart the better. Although infinite vicissitudes of life, infinite and desolate......

Chun xia qiu dong the four seasons of incarnations, countless life take it ruthless arrangement, in a hurry, and left in a hurry. Maybe can't afford to emotional stumble, had attachment, there's a helpless, but should go destined to leave, missed was forever.

I often wonder, when spring comes, the voices of flowers have how much warmth, brings to the world how much joy, but how many people can experience spring flower fade beauty and sadness.

When a tree with flowers faded and fallen, facing death, not a flower will hesitate.

They will in the last minute of his life show the beautiful smile, in their view, as long as can blossom, even a short moment, also then not this lifetime. They take in the gentle and be strong, and of the afterlife with hope.

The beauty is breathtaking, was beautiful colourful, colourful have to hard...

At the beginning of the dead, only that the green fruit still rigid conducive to life, give a person to bring in the harvest of hope. No flower fade, will not have the flower of the continuation of life.

No broken dreams, there would be no new dream of growth. Growth and not so simple and straightforward pain with hope, with toughness, also mingled with the helpless. Fear of a short moment, also then not this lifetime. They take in the gentle and be strong.

1 Wu leaves a sound, a banana a little sad autumn. "" autumn" word plus "heart" the word became worried, autumn is always the most let people nostalgic.

The harvest season, fruits, completed his mission, the countless times, he silently under wind and rain, suffering, just want to grow for nurturing his master bring harvest of joy. He did, and also the slipped away, complaint or regret. His life is such pain and was happy, but he still insisted, maybe in his last minute of his life, he will also be like that look forward to the spring the afterlife.

Snow in winter, I only love the grass. Ice and snow melt early, closed already a long time of surface will give that moved me in the little green meaning in hostile environments, their weak but strong, with the desire to life. They are the most can accept fate, and most will not give in to fate.

The world is not perfect, whether the flower of spring, summer, autumn fruit of the reality of the winter, the grass, their growth is plain, and there is always so that be short of regret, but they all the efforts to struggle, has a desolate, but beautiful!

With such a story: for breeding people say: clam for bear you tortured pearl, more dead than alive!!!!! "Keep clam said:" if have no you, the beautiful sea eyes where to look for? "Clam in tears, tears will converge into a pearl to clam.

Straight like the poem tagore, let the life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves. Also always appreciate such a words: "even if is the dusk last rays of the lower, want to make strange can is incomparable light, it is not content to fall and destruction of the last fighting, but also of the life to high positive love life of a kind of pursuit, don't care if it will ultimately be in their castle peak keep out, maybe it's nature to tell to people's the true meaning of life! "

So, I know, life is a kind of insist not compromise.

I also appreciate that more and more of a kind of beauty, her name is desolate, breathtaking sadness, and the more let a person feel fascinated......