At this time, there is a small flower, intoxicated by people's praise.
Bees come and want to make honey for them. It shook its body and said, "Go! Let's go Don't break my beautiful flowered skirt! "
The butterfly came to pollinate it. It proudly said, "Let's go! Let's go and don't disturb my spring dream! "
Time flies, the peach blossom in Taolin gradually turned into a delicious peach, but this proud one gradually withered and hung on the branch and cried sadly.
The kind-hearted uncle Feng happened to pass by and asked kindly, "Son, why are you crying?" The withered peach blossom sighed deeply, "Alas! When I was a bud, I longed to be a flower; When I wither, I remember that I am a flower; However, when I was a flower, I wasted the years of that flower.