At the intersection from the hospital after get off work, there were several phoenix flowers blooming on the branches. When I passed by that day, a gust of hot wind happened to blow by, and a few pieces even fell down. Mu Muxi told me that the flower language of phoenix flowers is "fiery youth and separation". It was April in Shenzhen, the weather had gradually warmed up, and for the first time, I experienced the magic of "returning to the south"! I saw a giant snail that died in the middle of the road after the rain. Indeed, these few phoenix flowers fell just right in the face of May, which is about to leave. I have always been experiencing separation, and I have never thought that this youth is something I have already had, otherwise how could I lose it?
Intention: thinking and recording of growth experience.