Modern poetry of the snail that lost its shell

This snail without a shell must be released,

I said to myself for two days,

Dragging a long soft snail.

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.

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.

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?

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!

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.

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?

The flowing clouds before the rainstorm are particularly lively and rich,

The good ones in disguise!

Pretending to lose our shells while playing.