Oh, by the way, I almost forgot to put something in the "time capsule", otherwise it will expire. But what do you need in the future? Cloud, I can't catch it; Water, will the "time capsule" leak? I've thought a lot, but I can't find anything that can be put into a "time capsule".
I went to the balcony and looked around, hoping to see something good. Suddenly, I saw an uncle carrying the cut tree to the truck. Yes, there are few trees in the future, but the "time capsule" can't hold a big tree. What can we do? At this time, my eyes fell on a falling petal, which turned yellow and no one asked. I picked it up carefully, as if I saw its tears dripping into my heart.
Standing on the balcony for a long time, I finally thought of a good way: put the petals in the "time capsule". But how can a small petal do it? Oh, yes, I can look in the garden.
When I got to the garden, I began to look for petals. Soon, many petals piled up in front of me. I found some bright petals from it and put them in a "time capsule". After installing the petals, I began to look for a place to bury the "time capsule".
Soon after I left, I saw a very suitable place to bury the "time capsule"-a big lawn. I went over to dig the soil. Soon, a pit about three or four centimeters long was dug out.
I carefully put the "time capsule" into the pit, buried the soil, found a leaf and inserted it on the "time capsule". I walked away reluctantly.
One day after 20 years, I suddenly remembered the petals in the "time capsule". At that time, I had a three-year-old girl named Swallow, who always liked to ask me about "Time Capsule". She jumped with excitement when I told her that she could dig the "time capsule" tomorrow.
Early in the morning, she dragged me to find the "time capsule". When she reached the lawn, she pulled out the leaves and began to dig. After a while, a dark "time capsule" was dug out, as if to say, "Why did you dig me out so early? I haven't slept enough. " I carefully took out the "time capsule". Swallow opened the "time capsule" with curiosity, and a faint fragrance came to my face, but there was nothing in the "time capsule". The swallow was so sad that tears swirled in her eyes.
The next day, he called me out in surprise. There is no doubt that I walked down the stairs, and the scene in front of me made me dumbfounded. From the place where I buried the "time capsule" to my door, there are always beautiful flowers. Swallows dance excitedly among flowers, just like a butterfly dancing among flowers.