That time, I was touched.

A petal flower fell on my shoulder and slipped down my body under the wheel. I was touched by the desolation of this little bit, and I pushed the car and pushed forward. Not far from there is a tree that is not tall, and is doing its best to bloom the last flowers. At the same time, those beautiful pink flowers can't resist the call of the cold wind. "Zero falls into the mud." I held the car and walked to the tree. It seems that the nameless tree is passing a message about life, which is what I am moved.

Another piece of the notice flaps quietly on my left cheek, and then falls to my feet. I intuitively found that the flower was clearly engraved with an "autumn". Once passionate and full of vitality, it can only be turned into fragments of life during this period. I can't help but sigh: Why is the flower dying? I felt inexplicably moved and saddened.

It was this, I suddenly found the secret green tree with a green fruit. I don't know what it is called, what is the role, but at first glance, I like the little green thing. Hey, the blooming of the flowers is also dying out to breed this little fruit! In an instant, my heart is bright. The flower tree uses a piece of film to predict the falling of the petals, in exchange for the full fruit, and our life? Those good praises, persistent pursuits, and countless falls and climbs should be personal lofty ideals like flowers, rather than hurting the price of success. Because the sound of flowers falling is beautiful and happy, they leave a more important essence for the continuation of life, more small lives!