Appreciation of Life Like a Summer Flower and Occupation .

Life wants to live like a summer flower as dazzling, and strive to bloom, but in addition to the beauty of life, life will inevitably have imperfections and unsatisfactory endings, even if it is sad like death, look at it indifferently, just like autumn leaves to accept all the endings, the most beautiful I have tried my best to strive for the experience, then there will be no regrets.

The first two paragraphs are good. But because the right one is too regular, it seems that the last three paragraphs are a little awkward. Therefore, you can consider not being so rigid and change some of the regular sentences in the first two paragraphs to be more free and ethereal.

The third paragraph is about love. Personally, I love it, but I don't think it is in line with Tagore's style. But I don't know how to change it. See for yourself?

In the fourth paragraph, "Let the east and west look around, the dead will not return", changed to "Ren frequently reviews the attachment, and finally is pushed farther and farther away by the years, and then please look at the hairpin flower ...... on my head”

The fifth paragraph ......Well, it's a little too light, it doesn't seem to be a perfect ending. Alas, I still don't know how to change ......orz

Just a little bit of my own opinion. Overall, you write very well Ah, like one.

Love is pleasant, sad, intoxicated, emotional, brave, trusting, sincere, considerate, lovesick, nostalgic, sweet, alcoholic, sweet, intoxicated, happy, sacrificial, noble, dedicated, responsible. What is Love? Love is when you think of this person, you will pray for him to be happy and safe, you will want to be with him forever, when you have to leave, what do you want to leave for him.

Love is in the lonely night, thoughts come like a tide, holding a book in his hand but can't read it, thinking about whether he has dinner at this time, whether he thinks about himself as much as himself. Love is, on the weekend, use half a day to make a few good dishes by yourself, and watch her (him) eat them satisfactorily; It is to constantly refill her (his) coffee cup with hot water in the cold winter; Love is to see flowers, want to enjoy with him or her, love is to walk through the cliff and waterside, you will think with a little regret: if two people travel together, what a happy thing!

What is Love? Love is to want to see him and be afraid to see him, love is to talk to him and be afraid to disturb him, love is to silently want to help him, love is an unquenchable desire, love is to see him, with a look of indifference on his face, but when he passes by, he carefully feels the vibrating air around him, so he can't help but look back; Love is to see a figure that resembles his back on the street in a foreign land and freeze in place for a long time. Love is obviously inseparable from him, but you have to give up on him and hope that he is happy, even if that happiness is not shared with you.

Love is always feeling that time flies too fast together, and love is a good companion for the lonely soul in the journey of life.

After watching the opening ceremony of AY, I tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep anyway, obviously sleep was stolen! So I wrote this article about the sleep-stealer. It belongs to the ...... of a love story set in a fantasy worldWho has stolen sleep from the eyes of a child?

I must know. .

The young man doesn't know what it's like to be sad, since you don't understand, I asked you to talk about it for Mao Qiang. I took the teacher who came up with this question.

Pu Shu used an almost ascetic madness to try to gradually reach the pure state of the Indian master Rabindranath Tagore, who "made his life as splendid as summer flowers and died as the quiet beauty of autumn leaves".