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From the window of my room, i could see a tallcotton-rose hibiscus. In spring, when green foliagewas half hidden by mist, the tree looked veryenchanting dotted with red blossom. This inspiringneighbor of mine often set my mind working. Igradually regarded it as my best friend. Nevertheless, when i opened the window onemorning, to my amazement, the tree was almost bare beyond recognition as a result of thestorm ravages the night before. Struck by the plight, i was seized with a sadness at thethought “all the blossom is doomed to fall”. I could not help sighing with emotion: the courseof life never runs smooth, for there are so many ups and downs, twists and turns. Thevicissitudes of my life saw my beloved friends parting one after another. Isn’t it similar to thetree shedding its flowers in the wind? This event faded from my memory as time went by. One day after i came home from thecountryside, i found the room stuffy and casually opened the window. Something outsidecaught my eye and dazzled me. It was a plum tree all scarlet with blossom set off beautifullyby the sunset. The surprise discovery overwhelmed me with pleasure, i wondered why i had noidea of some unyielding life sprouting over the fallen petals when i was grieving for thehibiscus. When the last withered petal dropped, all the joyful admiration for the hibiscus sank intooblivion as if nothing was left, until the landscape was again ablaze with the red plumblossom to remind people of life’s alternation and continuance. can’t it be said that life isactually a symphony, a harmonious | 
