I am a wild chrysanthemum, I have no enchanting rose, no gorgeous peony, no elegant lily and no plum blossom quality. I am ordinary, staying alone on the cliff.
The autumn wind blew away the sweltering heat in summer and awakened my consciousness. I know it's time to leave Mother Earth. Despite all the disappointment, it finally broke ground. I try to go up, up. Finally, at the moment, I got out of the ground. The outside world is not as beautiful as imagined: the land is barren and the water is insufficient. Bad natural conditions are destroying me. I almost gave up. At this time, I saw those wild flowers that were as inconspicuous and nameless as me, and I decided to meet them and open them next year.
Another autumn, I have withstood the test of fate, and finally I am in full bloom in a crisp autumn afternoon. Unfortunately, I grew up on a cliff, and no one came to appreciate me. Deep loneliness hangs over me, so I admire myself on the cliff. Year after year, the mountainous area has been developed into a tourist area. Groups of tourists come here to enjoy nature and pay attention to me. Since then, people's admiration has been endless. I am no longer lonely, no longer lonely, I have many friends.