This snail without a shell must be released,
I said to myself for two days,
Dragging a long soft snail.
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Finally, on the morning of the third day, I held it with a yellow sticky note,
and took the elevator downstairs on the 9th floor,
Put it on a green leaf.
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I carefully observed how it would react,
but lost patience and walked away,
Meaningless!
Why should I observe so deliberately?
I can’t help but feel ashamed of myself.
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But when I stood up, there was a warm and fragrant breeze.
White butterflies and the sound of cicadas also appeared.
I looked up at the sky,
The clouds kept covering the sun,
The sun kept shining sunlight from the gaps,
Everything was How wonderful and ever-changing!
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Suddenly I felt that there was a beautiful similarity between me and the snail,
We both lost a precious thing!
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The snail that lost its shell (2)
This snail without its shell must be released,
I Said to myself for two days,
A snail dragging a long soft body.
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It is so cute and small,
I should know more about it,
Look and put it What level of green grass is suitable?
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I accidentally discovered that this is just a slug that looks like a snail,
A disgusting pest that likes filth and dampness!
I feel like I have been deceived,
Someone please sprinkle some salt!
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Oh my God, those two sticky tentacles really make me sick!
Are the two long black lines on the back a sign of perverted androgyny?
Complete and absolute disgust!
I am curious why there is such a strong change.
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I look at the roses that I water carefully every day,
I think that if one day I find out that its name is not a rose,
It doesn’t mean love either,
Would I let it die of thirst?
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The flowing clouds before the rainstorm are particularly lively and rich,
The good ones in disguise!
Pretending to lose our shells while playing.