This thing, I am doing the right thing.

In the morning, the morning glow has gradually risen from the horizon, but it gives the earth a feeling of embarrassment. At this time, the earth is surprisingly quiet, and a kind of aroma is thrown into the nose.

Huh? What is the taste? So simple, so elegant, so charming, so long! Oh! It turned out to be my long-awaited sweet-scented osmanthus! I seem to be taken to a flowery dream, completely intoxicated. At this time, my brother came over and said to me: "Would you like to take a few flowers and take them back." This is exactly what I can't ask for, so I nod my head and look forward to living with her every day.

I walked under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, ready to reach for picking, fingertips touched the fresh petals, the opposite child was playing with the branches of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, the petals of sweet-scented osmanthus scattered on the ground, the green grass covered with sweet-scented flowers, like In a snow, my heart trembled a little. Although the sweet-scented osmanthus is beautiful, she will die after she folds down. Why should I cruelly hurt her and deprive her of her life, even though I like her, She is not born for me, because of me, she is the masterpiece of the earth, the masterpiece of nature. Thinking of this, my hand was put down. My brother came over and looked at me. I was surprised to ask: "Why don't you pick it up? Are you not the most favorite of sweet-scented osmanthus?" I smiled and said, "I like sweet-scented osmanthus, but I can't hurt her. I like the best expression. The way is to protect her, I can't do it for my own lust."

My mood is a lot easier. Everything is affectionate. She can release her own fragrance and fill the monotonous space. For human beings, for nature, for the world, silently, everything is alive, why should I go? Destruction belongs to her

That quiet, leisurely?

Going home, looking at the empty vase, I have a sad heart and a hint of happiness, but I don't regret it, I insist on my decision.

Du Fu is the angel of spring, the starry sky is the romance of summer, Dangui is the angel of autumn, and the snowflake is the companionship of winter. I don't want my angel to fly because of broken wings.

I came to it again, under the osmanthus forest, they are still so bright. The fragrance is overflowing, this is the figure I care for, she is the angel I guard.

Leaving that flower is perhaps the greatest decision of my life. The laws of nature cannot be destroyed, just as the human mind cannot be blinded.

This thing, I am doing it right!

Songjing City, Hubei Province, Experimental Middle School, the second day: Wu Qinghua