A smile is like a flower, true love is like a flower, hope is like a flower, and life is like a flower.
Everyone has their own favorite flowers, and everyone has many reasons to treat themselves kindly, and condense the time of a lifetime into the eternal fragrance of the heart in the long river of time. At the moment of blooming, it will attract all eyes with its dazzling brilliance.
Flowers are so fragile, no matter how beautiful they are, they still can't stand the cold rain in the morning and the wind in the evening. Chunhong hurriedly thanked her, but she was full of melancholy. Flowers are beautiful warriors, even though they gradually become green, fat, red and thin in the wind and rain, they never bow their heads.
The same is true of life, like a delicate glass wine glass, often unable to withstand the impact of natural and man-made disasters, smashed into a bright light, each piece is a transparent heart; life is often like a short-lived, with many years of tears and sweat, mixed with hard work Water, and there will be a moment to laugh at the world.
In today's world, there are fewer people who love flowers. When people are running around for a living, they can't even hold on to their own lives, so who will listen to what flowers have to say?
However, the restless city, please don't forget that this world is originally a mirror. Everything is like flowers, flowers are like everything.
Therefore, the Buddha held flowers and Kassapa smiled. This smile is the whole world.