With the improvement

In a flash, flowers bloom, life is actually so constant, growing in the last second, and the next second cycle. In a few moments, an atmosphere of perfection spread through the details and ran through my fingers, so that I inadvertently took down a puddle.

Life has no meaning, just perfect for its meaning, like a butterfly, abandon and break free is to maIs a butterfly, in the cocoon struggling to break free, forget the pain, only for a lifetime of youth, save the misty state of tears, save the pain of unbearable cowardice. Perfect, is the butterfly beautiful.ke life miserable, breaking the cocoon into a butterfly is perfect beautiful. However, although the butterfly is beautiful, it has to go through the same devastation as hell, the pain is not as early as the cycle. I cannot help feeling disappointed at such thoughts.

I remember Yang Jiang once said: "Perfection is a brilliance that is bright but not dazzling." A sound box that is mellow and not greasy, a calm that no longer has to look at others, an air that finally stops complaining to others, a smile that ignores onlookers, a indifference that cleanses paranoia, a firm that does not need to be said, a relative height that is not steep. The fervent passion and ambition are expressed, the sharp wind blows through the strength, and the swift currents melt into the sea."

In their young condition, just beginning to understand the world, will be afraid of blackness, fear of separation, fear of all unknown journey, fear of death, fear of such a short life. And after many years, everyone realized that everyone's life was so long. And this long life, we must recall, we must be ideal, we must be lonely, and we must be glorious, so many, after obtaining, gradually out of hiding and present, is perfect.

With the improvement of time, change is one kind of perfection, and the other kind of maturity is reflected in a unique way. "Facing the sea, the spring is bright." Is the perfection of Haizi; "The road of life is only like the beginning, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan" is the perfection of Nalan: "Red towel green sleeve, find hero tears" is the maturity of Jiaxuan: "read the bridge side of red medicine, every year to know who is born" is the perfection of Jiang Kui......

After the rainstorm, the fresh cold and wet air was released, and what I met at a glance was transparent water. I seemed to be corroded by what I had, and the memory in my mind was washed again like a film, and the interface continued to transform and play videos like a movie lens - that was the moment when I stepped step by step into perfection:

I gave the big apple to my sister and ate the smaller one. I returned the pink RMB I found to the owner; I gradually learn to bear the insolence of others, choose silence; Do homework, I no longer play mobile phone; I try to keep my dormitory as clean and tidy as possible, even if I am not on duty that day and I am not a dormitory supervisor; I know that no pains, no gains, a fall into the pit is hard to forget...

Is a butterfly, in the cocoon struggling to break free, forget the pain, only for a lifetime of youth, save the misty state of tears, save the pain of unbearable cowardice. Perfect, is the butterfly beautiful.