I cut off the haggard flowers and swept my balcony before the cold wave had time.
Obviously, the flower is still wandering on the lifeline. Although he is haggard, he is still very handsome and does not hinder the view.
When the cold wave hits, those flowers must have all died in an instant and were in a mess.
I want to keep the last dignity for those flowers.
When I cut them, the pain of the flowers trembled slightly in my palm. I just frowned slightly, I was afraid that my courage would be instantly annihilated.
I gathered the flowers together and buried them in the soil under the trees.
I thought of Daiyu burial flowers.
The essence is clean and clean, and a piece of pure land covers the romantic life. That's all I can do for those flowers.
I wonder how those flowers feel in the soil? I have no way to experience it. But I believe that when the flowers and leaves become in harmony again and the shadows of the flowers sway, that is the perpetual fragrant soul of the flowers.
I think of myself.
If possible, I would like to bury myself into the soil and let the decay of life turn into clear air and nutrients into my bone marrow. I will stand up with the image of a poplar .
I suddenly woke up to eliminate mental slackness and congestion.
A person should also live elegantly and with dignity.
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