#等待
The autumn equinox has not yet come to earth, but I see that the camellia tree in front of the gate is full of buds, and the buds on the branches are all ready to go, waiting for that solemn and sacred moment.
As soon as winter begins, frost falls. At that time, the camellia trees are red, purple, red, white, one by one, clumps, some flowers are mixed and matched, but the pure color is mostly, grand like a winter fashion show.
Youth is beautiful and powerful, but red flowers still need green leaves. The strong branches are constantly breaking through themselves upwards and extending outward, but some old leaves are also tough, even if there are traces of being bitten by insects, they bear the burden of humiliation, so that the dense buds of flowers suppress their figures.
At a certain point of the year, the first bud suddenly bears on a certain branch, to the full tree, and then gradually bloom, towards the climax of life, and finally the flowers end one after another, this round of flowers, Camellia has completed its mission.
In the harsh winter, the camellia decorates the world, at least it beautifies my eyes and mood, and I must not live up to its youth, so I gather the life symbols that fall to the ground, pile it up at the roots of the tree, and let them turn into dirt and enter the next reincarnation.
Reincarnation, for the general public, is a belief, and all their cultivation is to want to start again in the next life and live a better life. Great wisdom, such as Buddha, like gods, has long seen the essence of the human world, only suffering! All their cultivation before attaining the Dao was that they just didn't want to come to this chaotic realm again.
I can't incarnate as a tea tree, and I'm not a Buddha god with boundless power, and I seem to be waiting for something in the world, I can't know, I don't want to know, the end is arranged by fate.
