Sorrow of the trash can

Woke up after a year of sleepy trash, it found himself in a unique style building. It also found that the beautiful color of his body was covered with dark grease, and the trash can was very angry! Who destroyed his beautiful clothes, he must be smashed. At this time, a paper towel full of snotted nose flew over and blew the flower on the trash can!

Looking at the trash can, it is actually the little owner who used to love himself. At this point, the trash can cried in pain. It remembers that one year ago, he was the favorite trash can of the little master. He had to sleep with him when he was sleeping... but then the little master was no longer holding the trash can after he had been taught by his aunt, but instead Sleeping with a toy bear. The trash can also entered a deep sleep. I didn't expect to see the "heartbreaker" of the "I!" trash can when I saw the little master at one time!

The trash can has been tortured in the past few days. Moldy bread, dried powder, a bag full of oil... The gradual trash can smells, and the little master throws the garbage and the trash can into the garbage dump. The trash can feels helpless. It wants to get rid of the sticky stuff that sticks to it! With the help of the wind, it was smashed. However, a small part of the paper head and the oil stains of the white flowers could not be removed. "Little master, why are you doing this to me!" The trash can was angry for the first time. In front of the one-time lunch box, the fried rice powder that has been filled up has obviously deteriorated, giving the kind of painful feeling. It has long been fed up, loud and loud, and occasionally kicked two feet to relieve the gas. After a while, the plastic box became a pile of puzzles, but the original relatively clean feet have become brown. It was covered with leaves, but he was still swearing: "But I am waiting for you, the disgusting Lord, I have no such obligation, and those of you who do not respect me will be punished!"

After a long time, there were already obvious pus on the edge of the trash can, and there were some white flowers in the middle. The trash can really can't help, he tried to escape. But it can't move!

The trash can desperately looks at the distant scenery,

There was no rubbish on the opposite side, and he shouted in the sky "Why can't I get the respect of human beings, but only the ones that are despised!" The words reveal the sadness and sadness of the trash can.

No. 702, Yitang Middle School, Dongyang City, Zhejiang Province, China: Xu Xiaoqing