lily of the valley
I am a bunch of lilies, quietly blooming on the roadside under the shade of trees. There is no wanton hilarity, no physical overdraft, and my life is only decorated by a ray of sunshine, a drop of morning dew and a note.
I heard that in a bustling city, people like beautiful roses and noble peonies, but life only gives me peace. I like peace.
At night, I like to bathe in the bright and clear sunlight, and listen attentively to the rustling leaves playing ancient and romantic music, as if telling me the passion and vicissitudes of the earth. At that moment, emotions surged in my chest, and the moonlight soaked my heart and made me think deeply. ...
I prefer to watch the bright sunshine pass through the branches every morning, spread all over my body mottled and covered with cicada-like gold gauze. I sing softly to the breeze, making a symphony with every drop of morning dew.
Quiet and elegant is my pursuit. Life is divided into dynamic and dark. That's why life is more colorful ―― isn't it?
Microdroplets
I am a drop of water in the rippling lake.
I forgot how I first came into this world. Day after day, I wake up under the care of thousands of brothers and sisters.
In the vast lake, I am really nothing. However, I still exist freely. I shuttled between my brothers and sisters. Although I don't know them, I still habitually nod or smile at them. So are they. At that time, my mood slowly rippled, so warm.
People say that I am a symbol of purity, the embodiment of tenderness and the soul of true love. But I think I am me, watching the sunrise and sunset carefree every day; Enjoy the breeze every night. ...
Recently, I heard that I will soon be evaporated into the sky and condensed into clouds with other water droplets. I didn't feel the sadness of running away from home at all. I fly freely in the sky. If one day people need me, just turn into rain and come back all the way!
moon
A long time ago, there was my figure in the sky-a bright moon. I often change my posture every silent night and stare at the world.
I don't know when a boy named Sun occupied my whole heart. His eager eyes turned into a rosy cloud and caught my heart. We even vowed to be together for life. However, the sun and the moon love each other, and the world is in trouble. For the happiness and peace of the world, we must make a choice without regrets. ...
Since then, countless days and nights have passed, and we miss each other, but we have never met. Pain and love are intertwined and oppress my heart. But if we don't do this, will there be happiness on earth?
At this time, looking at the world, a hot and humid thing filled my eyes. I want to dedicate it to the world and the sun.
postscript
In peace, there will always be some colorful reverie, and there will always be a voice knocking on your heart quietly.
People are like this, and so are all things.
In the silent summer night, my lover and I heard the sound of nature.