I stood in the cold wind in pink and watched.
Magnolia all laughed, as if to say: Look! How powerful we are!
Some little boys are coming.
They are talking and laughing together, wearing crooked hats, coming here. One of them, dressed in black, stood under the magnolia tree and jumped hard, picking a beautiful little magnolia. I watched, not only felt a little sympathy in my heart. The rest of the children reached out to pick flowers when they saw the fun. I tried to stop them, but those boys showed their terrible faces again. I was so scared that I could only watch helplessly.
I stood there, standing.
I saw tears and the crying of magnolia trees. I picked up the magnolia flower that fell to the ground and looked at it. It also looked at me, as if to say: don't be sad, I'm leaving. I put flowers on the branches of magnolia to comfort myself. I said to myself: Little Magnolia, I wish you a good journey!
Don't blame the girls for being sentimental. This behavior is really hateful. The little flower swayed in the wind, but they reached out to pick it. Mother nature cried and said to mankind, please don't hurt the little flower again!
They are so fragile, I just ask everyone to protect them and stop making mom cry.