昙花 大朵洁白而柔软的花,盛开时有内敛的热情,闭合时有微露的隐忍。她选择盛开在黑夜,选择了低调,也就选择了寂寞,也就只有顾影自怜。 当她在夜里绽放生命的华采时,竟没有欣赏者。支持她继续下去的只有对自己的迷恋,对自己的怜惜。 她不该是被埋没的花。她的开放,像转瞬即逝的烟花,美丽异常,可是又是那么委屈而仓促。 在一场华美的盛开后,堕入冷漠的黑夜,犹如一场美丽而又冰冷的幻觉。 A large, white and soft flower, with introverted enthusiasm in full bloom, and a hint of tolerance when closed. She chose to bloom in the darkness, chose a low profile, and chose loneliness. Only Gu Ying pity. When she bloomed in the night, there was no appreciator. To support her to continue is only her own obsession, pity for myself. She should not be a buried flower. Her opening, like fleeting fireworks, is beautiful and unusual, but it is so wronged and hastily. After a gorgeous bloom, breaking into the cold night is like a beautiful and icy illusion.