The day of Haiyun's retirement

I stood under the pomegranate tree at the entrance of the unit, looked up at the reddish pomegranate and the bare grape branches, which had coexisted for decades, from rooting and sprouting to maturity and stability, lush and fruitful every year, and I don't know how many people's mouths were satisfied. Nowadays, the pomegranate tree has fewer and fewer knots, and the vines are a bit unable to climb, earlier than expected to ripen, and more have fallen off, and after being pecked by naughty sparrows, they slowly fall to the ground into mud. The face of the pomegranate tree is getting more and more ugly, the glory of the past is no longer, her canopy has been unable to support a shade of greenery, some fruits have withered when they grow, some do not obey the old, continue to work hard to support the residual heat of a tree, how warm it is when it blossoms, does not mean that it will bear fruit, which is a truth with the cultivation of children, why do some teenagers become talented, and then the results are mediocre?

The pomegranate tree also has a lifespan, her soul has been trying to get rid of fate, its prosperity we have witnessed, its aging we will not turn a blind eye, just like a person's life, youth is not wasted, the old age will continue to shine. At this moment, the ears are filled with the wind and rain of the past, there are happy, there is unwillingness, and there is also the distress of being misunderstood, but there is no regret after walking through. Leaving does not mean willing, the closer it is, the more uncomfortable it is, maybe not everyone's heart will surge with waves, and even a little lucky, but any time to leave means that everything here has nothing to do with you from now on, your good and bad will slowly disappear, although people go to tea cool, but it is true, you can't hide, she will also have that day, don't expect anyone to remember you. In the future, the days will not be entangled, less vulgar, and will be at ease with the encounter, with a new heart, quietly and slowly cook life. Watch the smoke blow by, watch over the whispers in the text. No need to worry about punching cards, no need to rush to get up, no need to be afraid of being late... I can use the next time to make up for my regrets, say gentle and elegant words, write words that can withstand scrutiny, and see the morning sun that I want to see.

Tomorrow will officially end the nine-to-five day, and there are many emotions! I think I will always miss everything here, whether it is sad or lost, after turning a page and can no longer turn the next page, I just want to stay at this crossroads, looking forward to encountering a familiar figure, a greeting is an excuse to remember, a thinning face, the memory of passing away with the wind, there is no unforgettable, but it is the old acquaintance, only to lower the heart and frown. Good bye!