stone

I am a small stone on the side of the road. The insignificant sense of existence makes people forget and ignore me. I am very inferior and lonely. I always admire big trees and flowers. They always have different uses. 'Ah' screams interrupted my thoughts. I went back and found that my hard body had pierced a woman's tire. 'Damn, how can I be so bad today? 'The woman seems to be very angry and cursing constantly. The tire is like a deflated child. The woman picks up me. 'It turned out to be a stone.' The face of a woman's obesity is full of disdain. The woman threw me out, so I started to wander. I fell into a stream, the stream always pushed me forward, I always blame the creek, because I know that the stone is the stone and how to move forward. The creek didn't talk, but kept urging me to move forward. I seemed to get used to the pace of continuous advancement every day. Sometimes my body hit the stone in the creek. I just secretly wiped the tears. I don't want others to know. I don't want others to use the so-called Compassion to help me. Finally I went to the end of the creek, where I saw a lot of stones like me. I am going forward with them and chatting together. I know a lot of interesting things, I am very happy. But there are many stones left in every place. 'Hey, let's stay together, how beautiful it is. 'I looked at the beautiful scenery but shook my head. I know that this is not my final shore. I am lonely without companionship but I have not given up. I only know that the place that belongs to me is in front. I can only find it if I keep moving forward. Every time I was hit as before, I didn't cry, just touched the injured place and rushed forward harder. Finally I arrived, and I went to the other side. That is the sea. I was rushed to the beach, I thought my wandering ended here. 'Hey, Mom, I got a stone. 'This voice is a little boy. He held me tightly with his little hand. 'Let's show it to my mother'. Mom saw me in the boy's hand and just chuckled, 'Child, it's just ordinary stone, you are nervous. ''No, Mom, I think it has a lot of stories. It is unique. 'I cried, I know I proved myself.

The second day: the dust of the night