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Beauty that comes late, enlightenment that comes late

     Outside the window, the night was pitch black. I sat at my computer desk, trying to type something, but couldn't think of a topic. So, I rested my chin on my hand and quietly pondered.

    Time passed slowly, and my mind remained blank. Suddenly, a vase of fabric flowers on the shelf caught my eye. It was a bunch of forsythia, bought when we first moved into this house. It had been there for years, but I had never really looked at it properly. It was rare for me to think of examining it today.

    Its color was a golden yellow, appearing very noble; its branches and leaves were intertwined, lush and abundant; the extremely weak breeze from the air conditioner made the delicate branches sway gently, and I could almost feel it drawing non-existent moisture from the yellow porcelain vase. My goodness, this plastic flower was more vibrant than a real forsythia!

    I've loved forsythia since 1989—it was early spring then, and the forsythia on the street captivated me. I admire the forsythia's rebellious, aloof, and self-admiring nature—its ability to bloom before its leaves appear, yet also its pragmatic approach. It's a life of freedom, and a life of reality.

    This morning, I seemed to smell the fragrance of a plastic forsythia. It seems it woke up early too, seizing the opportunity while I gazed at it to release its scent, reminding me of its existence—its continued existence to this day.

    Actually, I've expressed doubt about the phenomenon of life more than once. I don't believe that only breathing organisms are living beings; those things that face us without breathing, causing us to breathe again, are still alive, only their life forms are different. And this doesn't mean their life forms are simple; quite the opposite. Life is objective, that's true; but life is also something to be felt. Otherwise, why do we often talk about the ocean's breath, the spring breeze's gentle arms, the sun's smiling face?

    Beauty can only be encountered by chance. I'm fortunate that today I encountered a commonplace beauty and the belated enlightenment it brought me.

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