Life is full of ups and downs, and our lives cannot always be smooth sailing. We will always experience some unpredictable bumps and turns. If we lack an optimistic attitude, we are easily defeated by sudden setbacks, and from then on, we will be discouraged and give up our pursuit. Even if we persist in doing what we want with unwavering perseverance, the shadow of failure will always envelop us, making us live every day in fear. In this situation, our lives naturally cannot be as beautiful as we imagine.

If we don't know how to give, then our lives are not perfect either. From the perspective of interpersonal communication, this is because no one exists in isolation, and we always have to work together with others to do something. In this process, we must learn to give, otherwise we will inevitably achieve twice the result with half the effort, which will affect our own development.

From the perspective of interpersonal communication, if we do not know how to give and share, and only know how to take blindly, then in the eyes of others, we are selfish and self-centered. No one wants to spend a long time with someone who is selfish and self-centered. In other words, if we don't know how to give and just blindly take, we will eventually end up in a state of betrayal and separation, becoming a lonely person who no one cares about or cares about. It is obvious that such a life is imperfect and unhappy.

Some people say, "I have abilities beyond ordinary people, and I don't need to cooperate with others at all. I also don't care about others' opinions of me at all. In this situation, giving actively has no meaning for my life." However, this is not the case. It should be noted that 'giving roses to others leaves a fragrance in your hands'. Giving and helping others will create a simple and pure happiness from the depths of your heart, and this happiness will make us happier and more composed.

With a distant yet loud rooster crowing, the sleeping town yawned, rubbed its sleepy eyes, and gradually woke up.

A busy yet peaceful day has begun in the small town! I put on my backpack and tiptoed downstairs, afraid of waking up my sleeping neighbors.

The grandma downstairs is still burning her coal stove. Grandma gently fanned the old crooked neck tree with a palm fan, and the smoke suddenly emerged, forming a gentle curve in the air, and then wrapped around it three times before dissipating reluctantly.

Oh, little girl, it's so early. We're going to have an exam today, so be careful and you'll definitely do well! "Grandma smiled at me, her wrinkled face even more like blooming chrysanthemums, and even her cuffs, pants, and elbows were wrinkled.

Write the words of autumn into poetic letters. I often think of the fallen leaves of wutong trees as letter paper. Maybe the tree's message to the earth and the wind's whisper to the soil are all written on it. Walking on the sidewalk covered with wutong leaves, I see golden arcs passing in front of me from time to time. I don't feel the sadness of falling leaves, but I have more hopes of "letting other trees fall leaves in autumn, and letting your trees bloom in spring". Autumn is not the end of a life cycle, but the beginning of sedimentation and nurturing.

That leaf shimmered in the air, its golden color particularly dazzling. I held it in my palm, like grasping a letter sent by the autumn wind. Reading it carefully, I could see the traces of spring rain falling, the warm colors of summer shining, and the fingerprints of autumn wind brushing by. I leave new blessings on it, wishing that we all start a new journey in our own autumn, throw my letter into the air, see its lovely colors, and shine with the poetic brilliance of autumn.

Drop by drop, deep autumn cold rain, who blooms with life?

The autumn rain fell unexpectedly, and in a panic, I rushed into a bike shed to take shelter from the rain. I was tidying up my wet clothes when I lowered my head and accidentally saw a cluster of fresh green leaves at the foot of the wall. As I approached, I saw that it was a cluster of feather shaped leaves pulled out from the cracks in the wall by plants. The rainwater dripped down from the gaps in the ceiling and hit their slender leaves, giving them a good bath. The bright and green leaves were washed away by raindrops and grew out from the brick crevices at the foot of the wall. At that moment, I was shaken by this nameless grass. Even tall trees shed their leaves in autumn, and this humble grass blooms its own miracle in this unnoticed corner. Don't compare it to the chrysanthemums blooming alone in late autumn. Its green color has already embellished the autumn scenery and moved me on this gloomy rainy day. Looking up, the rain has passed and the sky is clear. The sunlight seeps in through the cracks and shines on the emerald green leaves. I see the radiance of autumn life reflected by it.

According to statistics, a cabbage butterfly can lay 200 eggs at a time, but only 20 can hatch adults. Even if it grows into a butterfly, it still faces the danger of being eaten by natural enemies, so only 4 butterflies can complete the task of passing on the family line. Although butterflies are beautiful in nature, I cannot indulge in their beauty and take it for granted. A young girl is strolling by the seaside, her dress swaying with the sea breeze. She gazed silently at the horizon, as if contemplating life. At this moment, she saw a seagull hovering in the sky, its wings shining brightly in the sunlight. This scene reminded her of a beautiful poem written by a poet, in which the line 'Seagulls fly, the sun shines, they are free and easy, life is geometric' deeply touched her.

The sound of my suddenly relieved smile hovered halfway up the mountain, swaying in the wind. Ah Yao came to you and tears streamed down your face, saying that I would remember my goodness. I also rolled up my mouth and smiled! You said that gradually letting go of love will go further, like maple leaves falling slowly. Why do we have to save it before winter comes? Love you through time, two lines of tears from the end of autumn let love penetrate the ground. All I want is for you to be by my side

I am silent by the bank of the River of Forgetfulness, gazing silently, waiting for another reincarnation in a thousand years. The souls drifting on the stone bridge have all given up their past dust and dreams, severed the causes and consequences, forgotten the ups and downs of their lives, and loved, hated, and resented each other throughout their lives. And for me, thousands of years later, my thoughts still linger, just because of my past and present lives. This unbridled love, an eternal longing, is not something that can be told for a lifetime, by a river of forgetfulness, a stone bridge, or a myth?