A Fleeting Romance

Suddenly I want to present my humble work - Dewdrops and Dreams It depends on everything. Without the night, there would be no phoenix-like life; without wind, there would be no rolling beauty; without light, it would not be able to show its crystal clear purity; without flowers and leaves, it would fall to pieces. It is dew. "A Dream of Red Mansions" says that tea soaked in nectar will become clearer and more fragrant; in the poet's writing, dewdrops are the teardrops of flowers and plants: "What a beautiful spirit, it is the essence of heaven and earth." When saying this, I wonder if the poets thought of the golden elixir refined by ancient Taoist priests, which was also the essence. Countless people lit fires, fans, and added firewood in the hot alchemy room, and finally obtained the golden elixir that shone with light. It's a pity that the so-called immortality is just a dream of the emperor. Dewdrops are probably just a dream. I have fantasized countless times about getting up early in the morning and being a natural wonder hunter in the fields covered with morning glow. Pick a bouquet of flowers and smell the mixed floral and earthy fragrance in the breeze. The dewdrops on the flowers and leaves tremble, shaking the full seven-color light into the embrace of the earth. Look! The sun selflessly gives its color to the dewdrops, but it shakes its body and shatters the dream. Transparency and beauty are, after all, just a vain dream. The vast nature has had so many dreams in one night. When they are about to wake up, the sun decorates them with seven colors, but in the decoration, it dries the dream spirit bit by bit. While the sun gives the dew its beauty, it also deprives it of its life. And the one who shakes his body shakes away his beauty and his life. Sad dewdrops, the gift of sunshine is an imposition that cannot be given up. There is so much bitterness and helplessness behind the beauty. Dreams, it turns out, you really can't have too many dreams, otherwise reality will be slowly squeezed out, or shattered into pieces. The dewdrops on the red flowers sparkle with dazzling red, and the dewdrops on the green leaves reflect the green vitality. There is a choice of color, a choice of beauty, a choice of acceptance, a choice of destruction. The dream is gone, along with beauty and life.

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This essay is very emotional. I only envy mandarin ducks but not immortals~