有人说:“错过就意味着失去。”一次错过,酿就了无数次的悲剧;一次错过,人的命运因此多舛。然而,在某一特定程度上错过也是一种美丽。微风拂过,枯黄的树叶挥动翅翼,挥洒它最后的一丝活力。随着季节的更替,它错过了银装素裹的冬天,但它却在生命的春天里绽放出新绿,为春天增添了美丽。到了生命的尽头,也将自己埋藏在深深的泥土里。因此,便有了“落红不是无情物,化作春泥更护花”的情怀。 Some people say: “Missing means losing. ” A missed, brewed countless tragedies; one time missed, so many people’s fate. However, it is also beautiful to miss to a certain extent. Breeze blowing, the yellow leaves waving wings, swaying its last bit of vitality. As the seasons changed, it missed the snow-wrapped winter, but it glowed fresh green in the spring of life, adding beauty to the spring. At the end of life, he buried himself in the deep soil. Therefore, there is a feeling that “falling red is not a merciless thing and turning a spring flower into a more protective one.”