Text/Li Chunmei
Every year in April, the persimmon tree will bloom many small yellow and white flowers. After the flowers fall, they begin to grow small persimmons. At first, they were hard and green, only as small as a button, but after a few months, the persimmons became the size of a fist, and the outer skin became blue-yellow, and if you picked one at this time, it would be bitter and astringent. The persimmons gradually grew up, and the persimmons at this time also had obvious differences.
Throughout the hot summer, persimmons are baptized by rain. Some persimmons know how to protect themselves, while others up to its bottom, maybe it wants to steal the rain. The dusty rain mercilessly eroded the inside of its body! Little by little, they begin to soften and their color turns red, which is what people often call persimmon ("red" reads four times). But these persimmons stood tall in front of the green persimmons, and they said, "Look, how beautiful our coats are!" Persimmon dismissively: "What does that do?" What is really admirable is the heart! "Inside? Haha, our hearts are soft, who looks at you, so hard, unsympathetic! The persimmons said solemnly. Persimmon replied unhurriedly, "Don't say anything, although we are not as gorgeous as you, we can withstand any test of wind and rain!" Walk in disbelief and see! ”
Autumn is here, and the persimmon trees are covered with blue-yellow and red persimmons. Looking up, the persimmons are like beautiful little lanterns, fluttering in the wind. A gust of wind blew, and the green persimmon was indifferent, but the persimmon clung to the branches, afraid of being shaken off by the wind. At night, it was raining. After a while, the rain stopped, and the wind actually blew. The wind seemed to blow harder than the day, and the persimmons fell asleep, they could not withstand the wind and rain, and finally fell heavily on the ground one by one! In the blink of an eye, they were shattered to pieces, and they no longer had that pride, no show off... In the morning, the sun rises, and the green persimmons still hang steadily on the branches. Look at the earth again, and they are their poor compatriots. They were once so triumphant, so self-righteous, and now they are a pile of wreckage.
The book says that organisms are destroyed by the growth of microorganisms, and this is how tomatoes become corrupt. Before corruption, it was beautiful, it was brilliant, it was splendid, it was seductive, it was exalted. When everything is overdone, things will be reversed, and there will be moths and parasites in places that are too nutritious. Rotten persimmons look good on the tree, and when it shows all the good things, it can't resist corruption, and it begins to rot itself.
From the best to the worst is just a thought, once the matter reaches the situation of corruption, it will fall down hard, and people will spit on it...