The leaves extend from the greenery to the desolate fall; The flowers are displayed from the delicate to the splendid withering; Fireworks go from the first bloom of beauty to the disappearance of beauty.

After thousands of years of wind and rain, the stones turned into flying sand and dissipated in the wind. There was a mournful roar from the ancient city wall, which collapsed little by little, and was submerged in the torrent of modern times, and could not withstand a storm again. The antiquity of the ancient city has also disappeared in the long stream of history, and only a strong decadent commercial atmosphere remains. A traditional craft has been lost, and cultural relics are disappearing and can no longer be found. For thousands of years, the ancient inheritance has been forgotten by people, and the witness of history has been destroyed in the hands of mankind. What is left now? All that remains is piles of copies. Their beauty is frozen in history.

At one time, unknown wildflowers covered the entire hillside, stretching their waists with the wind; The birds of the forest chirped and soared freely in the sky, and the happy song could be heard everywhere; The fish in the field played with each other leisurely, and from time to time they swam to the feet of the children playing in the field, rubbing their insteps with their slippery bodies and playing with them. Today, the wildflowers on the hillside have withered, and only the black mist of the factory chimneys remains; There was no more birds chirping in the forest, only the loud sound of trees crashing to the ground; The fish are gone, and the children are no longer playing in the fields. The joyful scene is like yesterday, but it is a matter of things and people, and everything has been lost!

The sun rises in the east, and in an instant, the lights are on, dyed with the starlight of the night. The apple turned from green to rotten, but only for a moment. The gears of time never stop, from the prime to the gray, but in the blink of an eye. On a midsummer night, the sky was full of stars, and each star was like a dazzling jewel; Today, the sky is full of stars, the gems are dim, and the thick clouds are oppressive. The white clouds, the blue sky dyed the black of the night, gradually drifted away from us. The beauty of freshness is only in our memory, when did our world change?

The sun is gradually swallowing up the darkness, and the day is coming to an end. Everything has taken another step towards aging, and the blood bar of life has decreased a little. Time is moving forward little by little, spring to autumn, but it is just around the corner. When the autumn wind hits, the withered yellow leaves can't bear it, and they fall one after another, drawing a beautiful arc in the air.

Caressing the old tree in front of me, the rough bark hurts my hands, and after the baptism of time, the branches have become fragile, as if they will break at the slightest touch. The leaves on the trees trembled as if they would fall in the blink of an eye. Although its body is old, its huge size can still make people feel the strength it once was. But at this moment, it is just like an old man in the twilight, waiting for the fate that finally belongs to it. Maybe it will grow old and decay at the end of its life; Maybe it will be cut down by people when firewood realizes the final value. Its fate is only a moment when people decide.

Twenty years passed like a shooting star, and I grew from a snotty boy to a handsome young man, while my parents went from green hair to gray hair, which made me feel tormented. Everything is so short, and all the shortness is so beautiful, but this beauty can only be kept in memory.

Things that have disappeared have their beauty in the end, and they can never be found again. People decide their fate, let them disappear, but they can't save that part of the beauty. That beauty is amazing, but also regrettable!

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