Imitate peach blossom sigh. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

There is a peach forest at the foot of the mountain. When peach blossoms are in full bloom, they are as red as fire and as bright as chardonnay. People passing by can't help but admire: "Ah, what a beautiful peach blossom!" "

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.