flower of life

Home does not often grow flowers， but mother always in the monotonous cold winter for their balcony to add a wanton red， a gentle yellow， a common bright powder， a soft green. Looking around， as if the mysterious garden in the remote southern hemisphere mosaic above， fixed in the moment of opening the door， become eternal picture. Even if the red Huang Fenlv does not last long every winter， they will wither， Xie Silent， nestled in the soil layer， a little bit of weight， with the bleak winter slowly old， until the invisible.

But the sight of the dazzling vitality of the balcony reminds me of the van Gogh's \" sunflower \"， van Gogh used the thick paint to build up the rolling particles， to show the fiery and tough life of sunflower， the broken sunflower， the edge of dying， the more fire is generally burning， it is shocking.

Now you will realize that no matter the balcony on the balcony of the ordinary nameless flowers， or paintings in the sunflower， the total will be in full swing， and the moment they put the moment， will also mean the beginning of the countdown to life， a moment of emotion after the curtain， they will in the next cycle of hope to the rebirth.