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How much do you know in your dreams?

A petal fell quietly, and she picked it up and held it in front of her eyes. Through the sunlight, I saw the winding path and the crystal clear veins, as if to prove the scars carved into the bones.


 This is the mark of fate teasing her.

 She has just arrived on the earth and is asleep under the protection of her mother. The wind summoned her with the mission of youth. She woke up, stretched out with her sisters, and sang happily. At this time, she was so young and transparent that people couldn't bear to touch it, for fear of accidentally scratching her broken body.

 When the petals bloom beautifully, the disaster is constantly coming. The wind blows her body almost away from the mother and sisters, and the rain is ruthlessly photographed on her snowy skin, entangled in pain, slamming her petite torso, and hail does not pity her, constantly She came to her, she fainted and woke again and again, the terrible bug approached her, she stood up strong in the trembling... She never thought about giving up, she twitched, trembling, strong Holding...

 Destiny has caused her to be riddled with holes, but out of her love for life, she still struggles tenaciously.

 Now, she is old, can't hold on, and a gust of wind blows, she only feels that she is crumbling... Falling... She is lying quietly on the soil that nourishes her life, and slowly melts away. Pedestrians lamented her hard and short-lived beauty, but she did not regret her grievances at all. It seems that no one understands her heart, no one can understand her faint flower language.

 In fact, she is not difficult to read. She is the embodiment of beauty and will, and her life is pursuing beauty and hard work. Some people don't understand why she wants to turn into mud without leaving memories, leaving no trace of her beauty.

 "Fallen flowers are not heartless things, into Chunni more quadrangle". Please look at the branch next year, the flying bee butterfly, the full fruit of the tree is the answer.

 This article is a hymn of flowers. It describes the process of flowering and falling in chronological order, and highlights the spirit of each stage of flowers. Until the end, “turning into spring mud to protect flowers”, touched the reader with full of life surprises. The text is naturally smooth and good at the spirit of sending foreign objects to people. Good text!

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