The rose withered, and the bee still sucked desperately, for it had sucked sweetness from this flower before. But now on this flower, the bees are sucking poison juice.
The bees know this because the poison juice is bitter and tastes very different from before. So, the bee was so angry that it took a sip and raised its head to complain to the whole world, why did the taste change?
Finally one day, for some unknown reason, the bee vibrated its wings and flew a little higher. At this time, it found that around the withered roses, there were flowers everywhere.
So I always say to some friends: the end is also another beginning, say goodbye to the wrong, in order to find the right, the empty cup, in order to hold the favorite drink.
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