Please write an essay of no less than 800 words on the topic of Letting go is also a beauty .

On July 7, 2005, a very meaningful day, there was a lyric that seemed to be written like this: "On the seventh day of July, it was sunny, and suddenly it snowed heavily". Probably a poignant love story!

In the blink of an eye, it is this day again, July 7, 2006, a year can experience a lot of things, but also can precipitate a lot of things, but some thoughts can not be precipitated in a lifetime, just like learning to ride a bicycle, once you learn, it is impossible to forget it for a lifetime.

Sitting in the shaking carriage, last year's scenes emerged in front of me again, why did God make such a big joke with me, all the thoughts became nostalgia, the once heartbeat became heartbreak, if it wasn't for your reappearance, I might feel happier, but you broke into my life again, my peace was disrupted again by your appearance, I thought that a lot of scars have been forgotten, and they are gradually recovering, but when I touched it, I knew the pain, is this the taste of sprinkling salt on the wound?

Here I still want to bless you, always be happy and happy, and hope that you find a ...... that can make you happy

gave up silently, giving up a favorite but unfated friend;

Giving up some kind of invested but unrewarded feeling;

Let go of some kind of spiritual expectation; Let go of a certain thought.

At this time, a sense of sadness arises, but this sadness does not prevent you from starting over.

In the new time and space, I will re-listen to ** and tell the story again.

Because it is a natural farewell and abandonment, it is full of detachment, and therefore sad and beautiful!

There was a feeling that I wanted it to be forever.

After a long time, I realized that it had faded away.

Letting go is also a beauty.

In the world, there are countless beautiful things, and the ancients had a saying that "persistence is victory". But sometimes too much persistence, it becomes a kind of attachment, attachment is also a kind ......of pain, in this case, why not let go, maybe it will be a beautiful scenery in our lives, so that we will not regret it

"Yu Gong Moves Mountains" This is a beautiful mythical story, and there are two different versions in this story: some people think that Yu Gong's practice is really good for future generations to admire, and people are more lead to stick to their own practices for the benefit of future generations. But at the same time, some people think that Yugong is really wasting time, wasting the youth of several generations, just to remove a mountain.

There is a lot of debate about these two statements. But I believe in the latter even more, because how many people regret themselves for losing time. Why waste this great youth for the sake of a small mountain?

Perhaps, in the course of these generations, a better way to dispose of the mountain can be figured out. Bear with it, this mountain may not be as obstructive as imagined, and at the same time, because of this small decision, Yugong does not have to put all his efforts on an unknown mountain for several generations. Let the generations of Yugong do something more meaningful, then there will be no regrets in their lives, they have toiled all their lives, and gently letting go, is also a kind of beauty, isn't it?

Life is so wonderful, there are so many things to deal with, but it's all important to us, isn't it? If we are always haunted by someone or something, live unhappily, and live in memories and attachments all day long, then what is the meaning of each other's lives? Wouldn't it be beautiful to simply put an end to these things, put aside attachments, and face them openly?

Persistence is a virtue, but letting go is also a kind of beauty, so why let yourself be so painfully clinging?

Smile and let go, and you will realize how much it is worth giving up with the attachment before shouting lead. Let us all smile at the things we are attached to, forget everything we have been attached to in the past, and start again, so that we may usher in a brilliant sunny day, live each day quietly and happily, and find our own beautiful ......

Love hurts, it hurts so much that I cry, so I choose to let go.

Letting go is a kind of helpless despair, and it hurts to the heart.

When the people who once cherished life were about to meet strangers, it suddenly dawned on me: it turned out that what I once thought was eternal, but in fact, it was just a meeting in Pingshui. Zeng Stool Dan thought that he could hold hands all the way like this, but he let go and realized that everything was just an accidental intersection of two parallel lines.

The price of bravery is to let go of oneself first, admit defeat, accept helplessness, sigh softly, and wish him happiness in the future. Curled up in the corner, waiting for the wound to heal, experiencing the freedom of daring to love, hate, and loss. The feeling of happiness may only be instantaneous, and after a moment, it is a person's wonderful.

In the days after letting go, I will always be unhappy, and I will inexplicably cry for a song, a play, or even a sentence, always feel that the sky is dark, the clouds are dark, and I feel that I have lost the meaning of life. However, my friend told me that you have nothing to lose, you just go back to the days before you knew him.

I am relieved, just like fireworks can't hang in the sky forever, as long as they have been brilliant, why bother with days without fireworks?

We are all ordinary Hongchen men and women, unable to break the love network of love and hate, and unable to escape the whirlpool of love and being loved. After Chi Tan's heart was broken, he was endlessly lonely. Lonely?

Perhaps. But savoring the chic after loneliness, thinking about the happiness other than her, thinking about no longer having to rack your brains to guess his thoughts, will you breathe a sigh of relief and feel a little more relaxed?

It's really free, right? I can face him and her calmly, even though there is a faint indescribable sourness in my heart, but I no longer cry, crying because a person's memory is in my heart, no matter what, I will not disperse.

Say softly, "Goodbye!" He turned his head and walked away freely, letting the back be deeply engraved in his mind. When you can recall the bits and pieces of your past with a relieved mind, you can appreciate the beauty of letting go.

God let me meet you at the wrong time, and I cried; But, God said fairly, He let me leave you at the right time, you will cry, right?