The sea breeze blows over the continuous sand surface, and the air is filled with tiny sand grains. An unremarkable paper towel was blown out. I bent down and gently picked it up and threw it into the trash can not far away. The corners of my mouth are wide and shallow, reflecting a faint smile on my mature face. In an instant, the setting sun is already low, reflecting the halo approaching the end. The light sprinkled on the beach reminds me of the memories that touched my heart, and the bright colors seem to reappear in front of me.

That summer, I bought a popsicle from a stall sweating profusely. I opened the wrapping paper while walking, regardless of the image. Then I stuffed the popsicle into my thirsty mouth, and the wrapping paper I had untied was discarded on the beautiful beach at this moment. While I was licking the popsicle happily, I saw a figure flash by in front of me. Her actions are like a touch of bright color, which goes straight into my heart covered by secularity and vanity. I saw her running to my cold drink wrapping paper from a distance.

It turns out that she is the girl who bought flowers when I sold popsicles. She is as old as me, but she doesn't go to school. At that time, she expected me to patronize her flowers with hopeful eyes. I exhausted my vanity and handed her a 100 yuan, laughing at her clumsy speed of changing money. I really think that an uneducated, black and thin flower girl can do anything extraordinary. I really think she is so miserable that people look down on her.

The popsicle has melted into water droplets in my hand. At this moment, my heart has been lit by her. She is neither ugly nor clumsy. She is like an industrious angel, flying on this lyrical beach. I feel ashamed that she is so sincere to others. I am ashamed of her noble behavior. A thousand words can't express my apologies and admiration for her, nor can I stop her from being moved from the inside out.

Memories come into my mind like the speed of light and are put back in that corner of my heart. The girl who sells flowers is gone, but the bright color she left me will remain in my heart forever. Now I have learned to be independent and tolerant, and to be a civilized person with more practical actions.

A person's dignity lies not in her wealth, but in how she treats people; A truly noble person must find sincerity in treating others, tolerance for people and responsibility for stressing civilization in the life of alternating light and darkness. It was this girl who bent down to pick up the radian of the wrapping paper I threw away casually, which made me learn this and became a bright color in my life.