Pure

The wind, quietly blowing, the leaves rustling. The usual busy roads seem to be still, and there is no life. The sun is going down a little bit. Half of the sky is dark. A crow flew from the center of the sun and cried.

I slowly and gently, accompanied by the crow, wowing, and walked home with the weak life-saving voice.

Helping the voice? I am looking for a voice to go. The sound is getting bigger and bigger, but there is no one who has life. Is it auditory hallucination? Knocking on the head and trying to go home. But the one-and-a-half life-saving sound seems to be letting me look down. I haven't determined that I can't see it, but my body has already made a decision. It’s just that, I’m shocked!

In a small corner of a small pit by the grass, there is a little girl with a big thumb. In that little pit there was a little girl with a big thumb. She is so beautiful, so pure... but seems to have encountered some problems.

"What's wrong with you?" It may be the pain in her eyebrows that made me forget that she was surprised by her small size and hurriedly leaned down to ask.

"I, I am the fairy here, the name is pure. I just accidentally fell from the mount, it is like this." She looked at her broken leg.

Seeing her injured leg, my heart almost trembled: "What about your leg? Don't you? Don't use me to help you?"

Pure smile, laugh as bright as the early spring sunshine, so sweet: "Thank you, can you help me find a soft place, help me find some flower juice, okay?"

"Then go to my house, there is a soft bed."

The gloomy sky just brightened, the road leading to the home, the setting sun, the flowers and plants swaying... I carefully carried the pure hands and walked home.

Go home, use silk cotton as pure for a soft nest, put pure purity inside. She slept sweetly...

The next day, the purity was much better, and two beautiful big wings were born. We went to the garden in the field and returned home with a large bouquet of blue flowers. Squeeze them into flower juice. With pure hands and a wave, the blue juice rises into the air. Weaved into a beautiful brocade. I left the pureness in the middle... I watched it and stayed away.

One day, two days... In a week's time, the pure legs are completely good. Every day, she sings a beautiful song and dances beautifully; every day we run in the fields and sing... Day after day, the sun shines on the field, sprinkles on the flowers, spills on the road, spills on Our body... has been till -

On the tenth day we met each other, the pure eye was fully recovered. That day, she said to me that she was going back. In that piece of blue and full of flowers, she flew away...

The little sunshine in the sky is gone, leaving only a dark cloud. I stood alone in the field filled with our laughter and laughter, recalling the pure sweet song, the beautiful dance...

The sunset fell on the little pit in the grass, looking at the place where it was pure, I smiled sweetly...