Flower and flying rain

Mr. Raindrop is leaving me.

Do you know what you mean to me?

Why do you have to leave?

I am just a flower in the tree.

Why do you have to leave?

Beginning

A sweet spring.

The long-awaited hope of breaking ground in various places.

In that remote corner, there is life in the branches.

It is an ordinary flower. Anyone who sees it will feel familiar, but no one knows its name.

It was a lonely flower. It was opened in a place where there was no soft smile of a girl. It was in a place where there was no young boy singing.

It doesn't know what to do, the bustling spring does not belong to it, and the excitement of spring has nothing to do with it.

It can only stay on the branches, occasionally move the body, smash a song that is not tuned, and wait bored for wilting.

The tree it relies on is always silent, thinking a lot of mixed thoughts, such a colorful spring, in the eyes of the tree is also gray, as boring as the thoughts that no one can understand in his mind.

This lonely flower blooms on a boring tree, and all the lives of the various places are always safe.

however

The lengthy spring is finally over.

The sun hanging high burns the earth, summer is hotter than ever, and almost all living things are busy.

The numb flower was just boring.

It tried to think like a tree, but thought about a whole spring, still could not find the meaning of its existence. If its existence is just to give the world an inconspicuous foil, it would rather not have come to this world.

In addition, flowers are still irritating.

Summer, nasty summer.

Sticky, noisy summer.

The flower hopes to live quietly for a lifetime and then wither, instead of living so fiercely.

However, summer is destined to be an uninvited guest in his life.

The sky suddenly covered with thick black clouds, then it was a downpour.

The big raindrops of the beans laughed and screamed and fell from its side, and the thunder was deafening.

"Look! I am flying!" "Haha, I am flying too!"

They stared at them with disdain.

The raindrops slammed on the ground from high altitude and fell apart, and the short life ended.

Absurd to the extreme! The flowers are stunned.

Some guys are also lucky, not as broken as everyone else, but on the petals.

Spend a spirit, can't wait to shake them all at once.

But it didn't do that.

Fanghua

"Hey? I don't fly?" The raindrops looked around curiously. I only think that these guys’ actions are stupid and they don’t want to take care of them.

"Good flowers, let's talk for a few days!" The raindrops were noisy.

It's a bit reserved, although it hasn't met a guy who can talk together for a long time, but it still hesitated.

The raindrops didn't mind the coldness of it, but instead sang a song loudly and entertained.

This is not the same as the occasional whispering of flowers. It is a kind of noise that is too noisy and makes you spend an annoyance.

"Hey! La la la!" The song is mixed with thunder.

"Hey! La la la!" More rain joined the chorus.

"Hey! La la la!" The voice is getting bigger and bigger.

The flower couldn't bear it, the slender body trembled angrily, and it screamed, "Don't sing!"

The raindrops sang too hard, and they had long forgotten that there was a flower in the audience, and they sang on the head and they didn’t mean to be quiet.

"Don't sing! Don't be noisy!" The flowers shouted exhaustedly, and the sound was sharp as it was tough to wear with a nail.

The raindrops danced and sang the summer hymns.

The flower shouted and shouted, and he couldn't help but lower his voice, and finally he picked it up.

"哗啦啦...哗啦啦......" The flower sang in a low voice.

"Hey! La la la!" The flower sang hard.

Maybe it is infected with flowers in summer.

It sings while thinking in the heart, which is perhaps the dumbest thing it has ever done in life.

However, it does not regret it.

Naihe

"Goodbye!" The last drop of rain left on the petals, now cheering and jumping from it, excited to experience the feeling of flying.

A drop of rain is gone.

Now only the flowers are left.

The world of flowers has lost its voice.

It doesn't know what to do.

The same scenery, meaningless daze, occasional singing has become boring.

It changed back to the old guy.

The only difference is that it left a song for himself, a great song.

Final

Autumn is coming to an end.

The cold wind is wrapped in an irresistible fate, and the call of death echoes vaguely.

The flowers became dry and the yellow petals curled up and fragile.

The autumn wind rushed over and it was unable to grasp the branches.

"哗啦啦...哗啦啦......" It whispered in a whisper, and the voice was like a whisper.

Then, it did the second stupid thing done in this life.

Perhaps, it is also the best thing to do.

It slowly and resolutely let go of the dry branches, leaving behind the last hope of lingering.

Soon, its light body was sent to the sky by the wind.

It floated in the air, suddenly up and down, and the body was light and unfalling. It draws another arc in the air, like a beautiful mysterious dance. The cold wind is cut like a knife on it, but it is more radiant than at any time of the week.

Just like the second bloom of life.

It is also a flying flower.

The flowers closed their eyes, letting their run-down bodies be blown away by the autumn wind.

I am just a flower in the tree.

I am flying with Mr. Raindrop.

The third day of the Fan Bridge Campus of Yuhai Experimental Middle School, Ruian City, Wenzhou, Zhejiang: Lin Yiyun