Observe a flower carefully and write down some insights about life and life.

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I love Epiphyllum

I love Epiphyllum, I love her as bright as jade, I love her otherworldliness, I love her The breathtaking beauty...

If someone asked me what kind of flower I like, would it be a fiery and passionate rose? Or the beautiful peony and peony? No, in my heart, I only like epiphyllums that are extraordinary and elegant, like a wisp of breeze.

In the lonely midnight, the white petals bloomed softly. In an instant, with a stunning glance, I saw her core decorated with diamond-like accessories, shining like stars. At the same time, it exudes a delicate and elegant fragrance, and every corner of the room is filled with her fragrance, as if the night has become gentle. When people praised this extraordinary flower, she was already hanging coldly on the branch. My poor Epiphyllum, I sharpened my sword for ten years just for a moment of brilliance, and at the same time I paid the price, that is, the shortness of life, no tears, no complaints, no hesitation. Epiphyllum, I hate you, I hate your stubbornness, I hate your persistence. You bloom so beautifully, but you wither silently, leaving no traces, no room, and giving people infinite regret.

At dawn, in the desolation, all you can see is a withered flower, so some people begin to feel sad. God allows this stunning beauty to stay for a short time, but refuses to let it. She opens up for a moment. The reason why the epiphyllum is beautiful lies in the short-lived beauty that she is fascinated by. Perhaps, in the vast world, the beauty that can really move people's hearts is just like a flash in the pan that is fixed in people's hearts - an encouragement in difficulties; a time. A sincere smile; a comfort in pain, and a pair of hands reaching out to you when you are helpless... All of these are fixed in people's hearts at that moment.

No matter how beautiful the flower is, it will wither and grow old one day. Instead of doing so, it is better to be a person like an epiphyllum, the body disappears, but the spirit remains forever.?

Don’t dream about being rich, because there is no inexhaustible wealth; don’t dream about immortality, because without spiritual thoughts, it is like the skin of a walking corpse, which is useless.

I would rather be an epiphyllum, a temporary beauty that lasts forever.