Waiting for the cherry bloom

I live in the neighborhood of National Art Museum and there are a lot of beautiful houses with forecourt in the lanes. This early spring, I had so great impact on the cherry blooms in several forecourts - the drak trucks were full of red flowers without any green leaf, it seemed bloomed all at once. However, after one week later, they started budding, then the flowers withered. Then the cherry trees become ordinary. After that, I am still used to take a look of these cherry trees whenever on my way home. "Why the efflorescence of cherry is so short? If people had never saw their full bloom, they'll never know its beauty, they'll never pay attention on it, they must take it for a common tree." When this occured to me, I am a little upset, particularly in now the wintertime. It just likes everything in this world. Whoever/whatever has its own golden age, no matter how humble and petty he/it is. In the other words, whoever/whatever will be withered and waned no matter how great/wonderful he/it used to be. In view of this, shouldn't we treasure every moment in every age? I must to enjoy every day with gratitude, it's also pleasant to wait for the cherry bloom.

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