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People who are naturally beautiful are not qualified to have momentary beauty, because they have always been beautiful, and there is no such thing as being instantaneous.

Epiphyllum is a plant that people cherish. Either silence or blockbuster. It always blooms in an instant, facing everything with cold and arrogant eyes. Its instantaneous beauty is jaw-dropping and emotional.

The beauty of fireworks is dazzling. It soars high into the lonely night sky, and then blooms in an instant. Colorful lights, dotted with stars, brilliant and blurry, and brilliant lights, such gorgeous fireworks sometimes make me feel inexplicably distressed.

Because when it is at its most beautiful, it can only last for a few seconds, and it is really short and beautiful.

Momentary beauty leaves an indelible memory. It is automatically engraved in the depths of the heart, occasionally flashing.

Occasionally, I am so moved by the momentary beauty that I feel so imprinted deep inside that I can't breathe. The beauty of the blink of an eye makes people gasp and their hearts beat.

We laugh, laughter is the most beautiful symbol, but it can't make up the beauty of the moment. Because laughter can last for a long time, so long that you forget the stiffness of your muscles.

Looking at the starry sky, waiting for the miracle of life to suddenly appear. A meteor slipped by, and tears suddenly fell, and emotion was everywhere. Some people are constantly making moves, some people are constantly receiving moves, and I, waiting to be moved.

In recent years, there have often been people who have moved me. Until now, the general emotion has not made me cry. I think I'm numb, or maybe the people who make impressions are too low-skilled.

The beauty that is achieved in an instant is touching. At the very least, I will be moved. But it doesn't have to be a tear, but this kind of beauty can't be deliberately made. It's a matter of luck.

He smiled, his eyes shining. His smile was clear and transparent, but a little erratic and unpredictable. The moment he smiled, it was beautiful, at least that's what I thought.

I just don't know when I'll be able to see his instant smile.

However, there will always be blooms.

Beautiful moments.

An hour is made up of sixty snaps of a finger, a day is made up of twelve hours, a year is made up of three hundred and sixty-five sunrises and sunsets, a century is made up of a hundred reincarnations, and a life is made up of countless beautiful moments. Since I was a child, I have loved watching fireworks and watching the beauty of that moment.

When I was a child, I saw its colors, and in the deep sky, a shining heart suddenly appeared. It's like a lot of stars flashing, winking at me, and hiding mischievously, and I'm always clamoring for fireworks.

When I was in junior high school, I watched the fireworks and wondered if one day, I would make my own fireworks and become my name. I also continued to enjoy the beauty of the fireworks.

Now that I'm in high school, watching the fireworks, I feel much more complicated, I seem to see the hollow in the heart of the fireworks, although it has a shining starlight, but its beauty is only for a moment, with a ** sound, it releases all the energy of the whole body, ending its life!

I think I may be envious of fireworks, because it is only beautiful, it is only happy, it has no troubles ......

I like to stand on the platform on the twentieth floor, watching the fireworks around me one after another, one after another, the ** sound washes away my sorrows, and the beautiful fireworks give me comfort.

Fireworks are beautiful, however short-lived. Is it true that all the good things in the world are short-lived? I have always believed that I can successfully leave a record in the journey of learning that I can be proud of when I grow up.

However, I don't know how long and arduous the process of thinking about Hu Meng is, and it is not smooth.

Fireworks flashed in front of my eyes again, perhaps, a person's life is like fireworks. Overcoming obstacles with difficulty, I lit my own path forward along the way, and bloomed myself with the guidance and encouragement of others.

So, when I am lost, I always think of fireworks--- one day I will bloom myself!

Beautiful moments.

Heavens, I don't know when it was covered by thick clouds. There was a smell of sadness and despair in the air. ** thick clouds cover people's heads, and everything looks so gloomy.

In the shadows, the rescue team searched with probes, looking for the beautiful but fragile life buried underground. Stepping on the rubble that had broken after the earthquake, they looked at the buildings around them, and all that remained was the ruins. Even the strong street tree gave in, bowed its head and begged the earth for mercy.

The thick clouds in the sky are as sluggish as people's heavy hearts, which makes people's moods even more gloomy.

Suddenly, the probe reacted, much to everyone's ecstasy. Because they have found a life, a life on which they have hoped. Following the results of the probe, everyone came to a small space, and when they saw the hole in front of them that was closed by stones, people immediately went to remove the stones.

The wind blew suddenly, and the fine sand on the ground was blown up, which made people feel uncomfortable, but no one made a sound, only silently doing things.

Bang! "The last stone was pushed away. In the darkness, there was a child covered in bruises, curled up inside.

His torn clothes were stained with blood. The original bright color has now become a terrifying dark red. Everyone couldn't wait to save the poor life, but no one dared to move, because they were afraid that the child would not wake up, and that their hopes would be shattered.

A young man stepped forward and gently took out the poor life. Everyone saw that the child was a little girl. Nothing on her body was intact.

His eyes were tightly closed, his face was covered in mud, and his fingers were already bloody and mixed with dirt. It seems to have struggled in despair, fighting against death. People lowered their heads, and some couldn't hold back their tears.

The girl died, and their hopes were dashed. The wind blew recklessly, blowing the shattered hopes, blowing the tears of despair, blowing the thick clouds.

As if centuries had passed, people stood and no one moved, just waited quietly, waiting for a glimmer of hope to appear. The thick clouds were blown open by the strong wind, and the sunlight squeezed out and fell on the girl's face. As if it was the favor of God, the girl's beautiful thick eyelashes fluttered slightly, and slowly, she opened her eyes and smiled at the concern of the people around her.

Her bright eyes sparkled in the sunlight. So beautiful, so dazzling," she woke up! The young man's voice trembled.

In an instant, everyone raised their heads in unison, and when they saw the girl's smiling face, they couldn't help but laugh themselves, laughing from the bottom of their hearts. Some people cried even more, perhaps because they wept with joy.

The rebirth of hope makes people forget about despair and is full of strength. They continue to collect ...... of hope scattered everywhere

The wind is still blowing, the thick clouds are gradually blowing away, and the sun is spreading all over the place, shining and witnessing every beautiful moment ......