I have been to several grand blooming events.
The first scene opens in the noisy Spring Begonia, tit-for-tat happy enemies, passionate and reckless, love and hate are blatant;
The second scene was hidden in the gardenia bushes of my youth. It was a long secret love that I didn't dare to express openly. I only dared to look at it from a distance and collect my heartbeat alone;
The third scene is a red rose with thorns. I thought it was a lifelong support, but in the end there was only deception and betrayal. The petals fell off and the body was covered with scars;
I have gone through several times where flowers have blossomed and fallen, and I have tasted passion, regret, and heartbreak.
It turns out that the stunning flowering period will eventually come to an end, and in a roundabout way, the best destination is never the grand blooming.
When I met that person later, there was no thrilling confession, no ups and downs, daily life was trivial, gentle and ordinary.
There is no need to chase the flowers, just sit together in front of the window, drink a cup of tea, and live in peace year after year.
Purpose: Learn to love yourself