当娇艳的牡丹招来众多艳羡的目光,当幽幽的兰花在风中摇动她醉人的芬芳,我们依然难免惋叹:鲜花虽好,却无百日红!一旦曾经的灿烂随春光而逝,那明日黄花最终只能伤心地化作尘泥,干枯的枝叶只能在痴痴的等待中期盼下一次的花季,那曾经绽放枝头的辉煌成为了记忆中永远的梦……毕竟是一次生命的终结,“化作春泥更护花”又是多么无奈、多么迫不得已的选择! When the tender peony attracts many envious eyes, when the faint orchid shakes her intoxicating fragrance in the wind, we still can’t help sighing: flowers are good, but no red day! Once once brilliant with the light of the death, then tomorrow The yellow flower can only turn into a dusty muddy. The dry branches and leaves can only hope for the next flowering season during the journey. The glory of the blooming branch has become the eternal dream in the memory... After all, it is a life. The end, “turning into the spring mud more flowers ” is how helpless, how much choice!