Fragrance will eventually dust

No one cares about her departure, just like the morning she came. She is just a singular and ordinary scene. Like the breeze, drizzle, she fell to the side of the road, and fell on the street where the people came and went.

It was an early morning, she would smile, the first perfect bloom in front of the sun, perhaps, even the sun did not care about her smile. And she, already fell in love with this prosperous city, fell in love with this person coming and going, the bustle of the bustling. This fast-paced life seems to be incompatible with her identity, because she is so ordinary, no heavy makeup, no intrigue, just feel that she fell in love with her scenery.

She doesn't have much time, but she doesn't care, because she is very happy in this short life.

Until one day, a lovely little girl took her carefully, kissed her, praised her, and wiped the dust off her. She thought that the little girl loved her and would take better care of her. She was inserted by the little girl on the little girl's sunhat, tall, she lazily nestled in the arms of the sun, she is so happy, so happy.

Perhaps her life path is destined to be rough, and the sudden wind has sent her away from the smile of the little girl and sent away from the embrace of the sun. She was heavily slammed on the ground, and she returned to the soil, but this time, the soil did not give her nutrients, nor gave her a hug, even if she was so attached to the soil.

Finally, her years, gradually retreat, like the sun will eventually fall, the clouds will eventually drift away. She is no longer as tall as her first morning, so she is full of hope for life, she is even a little desperate. She hates herself a bit, hates herself for being so prosperous, loves the sun, and even hates why she believes in a little girl. So that I forgot the soil, I forgot, that is her home, although her life is short, although she just wants to touch more new things in the short years of life, let the ordinary self, experience many extraordinary, let I look full and have no regrets. But she forgot, after the madness, it will be dull.

In the last few days, she was lying quietly on the soil. She no longer looked at the sun, no longer envied the bustling, no longer thinking that someone could take her away, kiss her, protect her, she could only be quiet. Lying there, hugging the earth firmly, even if it is wind, can not take her away.

She is no longer as fond of new things as she used to be. Instead, she is isolated from the world. She gradually feels that she has become empty and her body is fragmented. In her last years, she fell in love with the earth and fell in love with the earth.

In the end, she left, and walked silently, like the morning she came to the world, still no one cares.

Perhaps, when she arrived, the sun had seen her smile; when she was taken away by the wind, the little girl had nostalgia, but in the end, she still returned to the soil, she passed away in the last happiness, even if no one Careful, who knows, she once loved the sun, the street, and the little girl.

But she will eventually die in the dirt, the soil that once gave her life.

First day: ufo1234