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Smile is like a flower, love is like a flower, hope is like a flower, life is like a flower.

Everyone has their favorite flowers, everyone has many reasons to treat themselves, the time of life condensed into the river of time that a piece of eternal heart. In the moment of bloom, it will attract all eyes.

Flowers are so weak, again beautiful again brilliant, still can not withstand the cold rain late wind. Spring red rushed to thank, only left full of sadness. Flowers are beautiful soldiers, although gradually green fat red thin in the wind and rain, after all, never bow.

Life is the same, like a delicate glass glass, often can not withstand the impact of natural disasters and man-made disasters, smashed into a bright, each piece is a transparent heart; Life is often like Epiphyllum, with many years of tears and sweat, mixed with blood watering, there will be a moment to laugh at the world.

In today's world, fewer people love flowers. When people are rushing about for a living, they can't even grasp their own lives, and who will listen to the flowers?

But, fretful city, do not forget that this world is a mirrorscape. Everything is like flowers, flowers are like everything.

So, Buddha picked the flower and Kashiyeh smiled. This smile, is the whole world.