In the city, he quickly gained a foothold with his skills in making fireworks. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info may be ambitious, or he may not be able to withstand the temptation of fame and fortune, and he marries the daughter of a rich man.

The first time she heard him say sorry, and the first time she cried in front of his eyes, however, she didn't ask him why, she just watched him cry, she cried for a long time, she didn't look at the unbearable expression in his eyes, she was tired of crying, so she wrote a sentence in the diary, tore off a page for the first time, stuffed it into his hand, and left without looking back.

He opened the piece of paper tremblingly, and the unbearability in his eyes gradually receded a little, because she wrote: I'm sorry, I'm also married.

He came back and stayed only for one day before leaving with the girl. When he came, it was the day before the Lantern Festival, and his departure happened to be the day of the Lantern Festival, that is, her birthday, she felt what loneliness was for the first time, and for the first time she knew what years were.

For the first time, she trembled so much and wrote a line in her diary: The fireworks are numerous, mottled at night, and no one's eyes can see the loneliness.

Soon after he returned to the city, the girl gave birth to a child for him, and he put his unbearability with her in his heart.

Year after year passed, and he never went back again, nor did he have the heart to inquire about her again.

On his forty-fifth birthday, his eighteen-year-old son, who lit fireworks for him to celebrate his birthday, remembered her that night and made up his mind for the first time to go back and see how she was doing.

Early the next morning, he went back to the small village called Fireworks again. He followed his memories to where he had been. He did not see her, and he asked for a long time in the village before he found her parents' house.

He thought that he would be warmly welcomed by simple rural people, but unexpectedly, he was greeted by the beating and scolding of her parents, who cried and scolded him while beating: Return my daughter, you negative man.

He was puzzled, and stubbornly defended with her parents, saying that she was also married, and he was not a negative man.

However, when her parents threw the diary at his feet, he could clearly see a line written by her in the diary: "That day, he came back, and I was very happy, but he told me that he was married, and I felt heartache and heartbreak for the first time." However, I love him, I don't want him to have any burden in his heart, and for him to have a good life with that girl, I lied to him, I said that I was also married.

He continued to look at it, but his heart trembled:

It's been almost a month since he's gone, and I must be very happy when I heard that he has a child.

Today, my mother asked me to go on a blind date, but I refused, and I made up my mind that I would never get married in this life.

A year, just like that, I didn't think it was long before, but now I feel longer than a century, perhaps, this is what others say is lonely like silk, and seconds are like times.

......

He looked at the diary for a long time, until he finally finished reading a sentence, his eyes could no longer hold back, and he scratched the line on the diary: I felt that I was about to die, this day, I suddenly saw the first sentence he wrote for me, I thought for a long time, and still wrote down such a paragraph: The beauty of fireworks is not so much lost to the night, but to be left to loneliness.

He begged her parents to let him know what had happened. Eventually, her parents told him.

It turned out that on the day of the Lantern Festival in the 13th year after he left, she couldn't stand the loneliness of missing him and time, and then she passed away, and when she left, she walked with a smile on her face. Because, she lit the fireworks she made at the end, and the fireworks she made still haven't changed, it's still so ordinary, it's still so monotonous.

He knelt in front of her grave for the first time, and suddenly remembered a passage she wrote inexplicably when he left her that day: Falling flowers have words, fireworks have no traces, don't lose the first way!

He understood, it turned out that it was not her girl-like mentality, and the answer was: although the falling flowers left, it left traces, after the fireworks bloomed, although there were no traces, but as long as the heart did not forget the original direction, it could still find the place where it came.

At the same time, he also understood that she was more beautiful than fireworks, but she was more lonely than fireworks.

Life is like a play, and all living beings belong to a corner. This joke is long and long, and it is a hundred years, and it is short and fleeting. Life is a drop in the ocean, fragile in all things is the most fleeting, coming with the wind, with the wind for the soil, although it is a hundred years, but the meteors in the universe cross the night sky, flashing, without a trace, although there has been a flash, but immediately disappeared without a trace. No matter whether this play is sad or happy, successful or unsuccessful, what is no regret is that he finally went to the world in a chic way, tasted the bitterness and sweetness of the world, and appreciated the various states of the world. Looking back, it is not unreasonable.

Those who are content are always happy. From ancient times to the present, whether it is emperors and generals, or ordinary people, whether rich or poor, or men, women and children, they cannot transcend this trajectory in the universe. They all come in the same way and go with the same result. When he came, he did not bring mountains of gold and silver, nor did he bring the throne of power; although he was born, once he was called by God, he still left naked empty-handed, dissipating with the mist and turning into dust. Wealthy and noble people also have their own troubles and sufferings. When he was alive, he often frowned at home, was satisfied with the red dust, and hesitated in the officialdom. Poor people also have their own happiness and satisfaction, as long as they have a warm home, the family lives in peace, and they are happy. Joy or sorrow, no one can escape the eternal end of that little room imprisoned in dust. From this point of view, people come and go equally, and they are equal when they are alive.

Regret and have fun. Life is short, so we will cherish life, so we will cherish life. No matter what you do in this world, regrets are always inevitable, and a life that has not experienced regrets is regrettable, and it is a life of mediocrity and inaction. Only with regret can life be rich and colorful, and only then can life be precious. Life comes from regrets, works hard in regrets, and walks away from regrets. It is a pity to meet and not have a chance, but once we have met, it is the beauty of happiness; if we do not succeed, it is a pity to be famous, but we have worked hard and experienced it, and it is brilliant; it is a pity that the opportunity passes side by side, but because of this regret, there is no regret next time, and the ability to grasp the opportunity is more. In ancient times, Sima Qian was punished by the palace, which is a pity, but the "Historical Records" compiled by him and him are glorious, and Liang Zhu's love is poignant and moving, which is a pity, but there is no regret and there is no later swan song for the ages. This regret is all beautiful. Regret will bring a new beginning, a rich life, regret will bring a happy smile, in the face of the future all, regret is the embellishment of a brilliant life, because with regret, the whole world has a civilized era.