I am a seed,
shriveled and tiny,
scattered in a dark warehouse.
He is helpless,
Looking forward to spring and summer.
In one early morning,
I saw the sun,
I saw the green world,
I saw the first-born flowers. bud.
Dear Huaer,
You must be beautiful in summer.
The farmer planted me on the roadside,
I didn’t have much expectations,
I just looked at the green trees in front of the door.
The summer flowers did not bloom towards me,
The busy farmers also forgot about me,
Only a few sparrows told me,
< p> A shriveled seed will not grow big.A few more seasons passed,
I never saw the farmer again,
I never saw the flowers again,
not even the birds I also forgot about this place.
I desperately hugged the earth,
Desperately looking for a trace of warmth in this world.
I know that I am just a shriveled seed,
Maybe one day I will flourish,
Maybe one day I will break through the sky, < /p>
Maybe one day I will no longer be alone.
And you will eventually be a passerby enjoying the cool air
Coming in a hurry and leaving in a hurry.