Wild Chrysanthemum (End)

I was numb for a whole season, looking at the reality that I couldn't accept, and sighing alone.

After experiencing the baptism of summer, the final result is so heartbreaking. Silent, monologue, quietly into this harvest season. Secretly shunning the disgusting voice, and no longer bearing the pain that others have imposed on me.

Much whiter.

No matter how long-lasting the flowers in summer are, they can't resist the ridicule of time, and they dissipate day by day, and there are no wisps of floral fragrance left. Hiding under the weeds and watching the joy of others, my heart is so lonely. I only look forward to the departure of autumn, the pale white snow buries everything, and freezes those heartache of the past.

The first snow really came so quickly, and I was really hidden in the snowflakes. Passing on the residual warmth alone, how could Cher not be able to withstand my heat, melted, and took away my warmth. The icy snow water penetrated my heart, and there was a precursor to the ice.

Aren't you longing for the arrival of snow? Anyway, the cold was too much for me to bear. So, shake yourself out of the snow and towards the cold sun, just to get some chance to live, a chance to bloom.

I vaguely remember what kind of ideals I had in the summer, so I was strong and brave. No longer afraid of anything, with the illusion of blooming, will you still be afraid of those temporary wind, rain and snow? The laughter could not hide the sadness of desolation. The cold of winter can better reflect the tenacity of life and the firmness of faith.

No more running away from anything, no more surrendering, no more compromises. Swallow all the bitterness and bitter laughter, just to smile brightly, the bitterness of winter, only to accumulate the strength of life. Laugh at the strong wind and snow, what else can you do. But bury me, I can't see a trace of sunshine like this, how can I hang the plain flag and lower.

The sun will always come, the ice and snow will eventually be digested, and I will be more strong in the ice and snow, smiling secretly, watching the wind and snow cowardly defeat.

After the cold, just waiting for the arrival of spring. Struggle again, bloom yourself, and smile brightly.

This book is just to commemorate who we were.

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