It's hard to get out on a pleasant afternoon. Walking around the community, walking slowly, smelling the taste of the sun, my heart opened a flower, broken and fragrant, delicate fingers and light, drawing a beautiful arc, that is the happy angle of the mouth.
Walking along the path, you can see a lovely little girl. Maybe it's because I'm timid. I didn't go up to her and stood still looking at her. She was under a tree, looking up at the tree, watering and fertilizing it. She slowly bent down and carefully picked up the fallen petals, one, two, three Her step is so light, try not to make any sound, my heart's question surges into my heart, why does she want to pick up small petals?
The breeze gently blows, the small flower petals on the tree, flutter and fall on the ground, the breeze lifted her hair, the sun shining on her face, she again and again picked up the small petals, after all, she put the small petals on the land under the tree.
My and my benches are full of curiosity. So, I asked her in doubt: "why do you want to pick up small petals?" she said with a smile and a long silence: "when I was a child, my neighbor's little girl and I became very close friends. Once, she went to the florist to buy a flower seed, and said that she would work with me to plant this flower in a small plot of land in the community. The next day, I came to the soil with her There, we planted the next step together. That year, because her father wanted to work in other cities, they moved. Before leaving, she and I went to this tree again. She told me that in the future, this small tree will depend on me to take care of it. This is the childhood memory of both of us. She also said that she would come back to see us when she had time. In this way, year after year passed, I would come over once a week to visit it. I also heard that "fallen petals, buried in the ground, can grow into trees!" I listened to her words and laughed, moved to spread inadvertently.
I was moved by the little girl's commitment.
I was defeated by the little girl's innocence that petals could grow into trees.
Dusk is coming, the sun shining on the tree with a good agreement, more dazzling.