The most beautiful meeting

Meet the warm, there is a "moistening things silent" rain; Spring meets winter, with flowery years; Heaven meets earth, with the eternity of everything in the world; People meet people, there is a valuable dynamic life.

In that late autumn, I met it and realized the true meaning of glory.

It was early in the morning, the bleak and sad autumn wind mixed with the bitter winter wind in the moon, whistling in the world. I walked alone in the court, keeping my cloak tightly wrapped. Everything around seemed to be immersed in a milky fog, in which all the dust was washed away. Looking out, eyes are a group of unspeakable yellow, no vitality, as if surrounded by me, almost suffocate.

Suddenly, this group of yellow flashed a bright yellow, in this sad eyes of late autumn is no sense of violation, the bright yellow with vitality to prick my eyes, such as fog "hook" I go to bright yellow to find out.

I stop in front of this bright yellow, carefully identify but found that this is a wild chrysanthemum. Yellow it stands proudly in the dying group of flowers, branches and stems are still straight, glorious interpretation of this rare vitality in late autumn.

I could not help but bend down and admire. It is not easy to see that a big golden flower that seems to be leaking out is actually incomplete. It is still alive under the blow of the late autumn wind, and it is not easy to impress the audience. The petals of the chrysanthemum cling to the flower body, united together against the cold wind. Occasionally a petal fell down, also in the air revolving, its deep eyes staring at the world, the last glance is really nostalgia.

As the petals fell into the earth, a few words popped into my mind: the brightness of life, the brilliance of death. Yes, isn't that the life of a little petal? Life is experiencing ups and downs, aboveboard and cold struggle, die calm, at least their efforts, struggle, worthy of the heart!

Even the little petals, but what about us? Encounter difficulties will want to shrink, shrink, "whitehead party regret reading late". Hate themselves in the green years can not afford to bear, will not work hard, do not understand the true meaning of glory. Blindly complaining will only make their mediocre life. So learn from the little petal: life, light; Death, glory!

I put the petal into the earth with my hands and paid it great respect. Because of it, its life has carried numerous glory. Golden petals, glory; Proudly standing in the late autumn, glory; The light of life, the glory of death is glory.

Its life, is: glory.

With its most beautiful encounter, the introduction of memory;

For it perceives glory and appreciates eternal life...

I vaguely remember reading an article by Jia Pingwa: At that time, I grew up day by day, set foot on the society, and the boat of life sailed into the sea of life. But I always remember this horizon, did not sink down in life, although there are hard, lonely times. Ideal and reality are parallel to heaven and earth, but there is always a connection. That highly integrated, very bright gray line, always attracts you in the front. Always reach for the horizon, to solve the mystery, life is full of fresh, fun, struggle and endless energy.

That's probably why I keep walking. Even though the storm is dangerous and time is limited, I still hope that every time I look back, I can see the road I once walked with a smile, and the most beautiful self......