The most beautiful crape myrtle

Born in the splendor of summer flowers,

Died of the beauty of autumn leaves.

Born like a brilliant summer flower,

Never flinch, enchanting as fire;

Death is like a beautiful autumn leaf,

Not prosperous and chaotic, and the posture is like smoke;

What a beautiful natural state.

This is a poem in Tagore's Birds.

It is also a state of life that many people dream of.

Flowers are not red for a hundred days, people are not virtuous for a thousand days, there is nothing in the world, and much ado about nothing.

This is the realm of Buddhism, and how many people can do it. Not flowers, not people.

Wind and rain are ruthless, natural and man-made disasters, whether flowers or people, how can we bloom safely for a lifetime.

Every storm and every accident will catch us off guard.

We can wither and suffer, but we can't be defeated.

Wei Zihua on both sides of the road in our community has always been the most beautiful scenery here.

It blooms for a long time, from spring to summer to autumn, and even to winter, it has its beautiful figure.

It didn't really start to hibernate until the middle of winter, when the wind was biting and the snow was falling. After all the branches have been trimmed, it has only one axis, which is brighter than that of a bachelor.

In the freezing days, who knows that these dead firewood are crape myrtle.

It's so cold and snowy, and it doesn't move, like waste wood. The darkest days are also the ugliest and humblest days.

It responds to this cold world in a dead state, and it has Qian Qian's absolute prosperity in its heart. How can it be afraid of this temporary silence and depression?

After suffering, it will be ready.

When spring comes, it wakes up soon and can't be delayed for a moment. It germinates and germinates, day by day, night by night. The branches are deep, Ye Er is green, the branches are long, and Ye Er is fat, making full preparations for the future.

On the solstice of summer, it knows best how to seize the opportunity. It is hot and arrogant, and the summer is long. It cherishes light and shadow, greedily absorbs sunlight and rain, and grows wantonly until it is full of foliage and flowers.

It bent down maturely and bowed its head shyly. The buds were scattered and orderly, and the flowers bloomed slowly, one petal at a time, one after another, with different colors and different shades. At this time, I understand that red powder began to appear in the light, regardless of it, unscrupulous and full of enthusiasm.

Autumn equinox, it is still in full bloom, and the fallen leaves sigh autumn one after another. It doesn't care, its flowers haven't finished yet. How can it be cold in autumn? It is the master of its world, and no one wants to interfere. It's still going on, still going on. If it is not enough, don't worry, it is not afraid of winter.

All my life, I have lived in my own world. I have no time to be afraid, complain and think. Everything blooms for beauty.

This life, just for this blooming flower, just for an appointment with spring, and an account of the four seasons, just for beauty, came to this life, which made people unbearable to watch, overwhelming and exciting.

Let the world verify its beauty, so real and natural, is to make this imperfect and unsatisfactory world feel ashamed.

It just came to tell the utilitarian world that it won, and it contracted all the unhappiness in the world, making them ashamed to hide because of your beauty.

If there is an afterlife, let me be this tree. I will turn a blind eye to all the darkness and pain in the world. My existence is just blooming prosperity. I will open myself from the outside to the inside, have the most beautiful practice with myself, and have a real hug with the world.

The splendor of summer flowers is only my crape myrtle, and the quiet beauty of autumn is still my crape myrtle.

Even if the world is prosperous, it can't compare with my beautiful crape myrtle.