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Chapter 16 We Are All Morning Glory

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    Chapter 16 "We Are All Morning Glory"

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    How did I meet you?  Perhaps, it was a glimpse, a slight bow, or inadvertently——

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    It was a refreshing and pleasant morning. Being used to getting up early, I was very attached to the fresh air in the morning, which was mixed with the unique smell of soil in the faint coolness, tranquil and peaceful.

    ?Every morning, there is morning dew glistening, birds singing, and a gentle breeze The interlacing of light and shadow, intertwined and coiled, is a beautiful picture scroll.

    However, in the place where I am now, the morning dew is as clear as before, but birds are rarely seen; on the contrary, the sound of vehicles is continuous and continuous.

    Here, named "Long County Management Office", is a base located on the expressway; like many toll stations and management offices that stick to the expressway, no matter whether it is windy or rainy, no matter whether it is cold or freezing, it and  The people stationed here still faithfully undertake the responsibility and mission of serving the drivers and passengers.

    Here is sparsely populated, quiet and far away, without the city's feasting and luxury, and there is no rich life and romance in movies and TV dramas.  There are only vehicles coming and going, in a hurry, and high-speed employees who are stationed all year round and are dedicated to their duties

    However, in a lawn in a small courtyard, under a tree that I can't name, I found a small flower, a small morning glory.

    "Morning Glory", her name, is less elegant and noble than the watery lotus; it is less noble and delicate than the thorny rose; it is less gorgeous and coquettish than the peony;  Cool and elegant, compared to a flash in the pan, it is less mysterious and rare

    In fact, like many people, I often call it "Trumpet Flower" out of patience, because she is indeed very similar to Trumpet.  Just like the one I found, in terms of appearance, it is really mediocre, with a light pink color and a small body, it can't support her pale and mediocre appearance at all.

    Alas, she is so small and inconspicuous, should I take her off?

    At that time, I really had this terrible idea!  Maybe it's "reasonable".  An ordinary morning glory is not considered a stately beauty, let alone priceless.

    She is thin and fragile, more like wild flowers on the side of the road, her life is like a mustard, and she is as light as a feather.  If it's a younger child, I'm afraid they won't think too much, so they just pinch it off, right?

    There is a poem that says: There are flowers that can be broken straight, but don't wait for the flowers to be broken.

    But, I didn't!

    Heh, who is that famous line sung by everyone through the ages speaking for?

    Are those flowers that bloom freely, but are cruelly folded off because of their slightly beautiful colors?  Or those who regret that they failed to seize the opportunity, gave up a lot of fame and fortune, or missed their true partner?

    The answer, which varies from person to person, is self-evident.

    For this reason, I did not arbitrarily deprive an ordinary flower of its life because of some kind of boring thoughts and impulse.  There is no hundred-day red flower, and the falling flowers sing mournfully.

    She is not beautiful, she is ordinary, and she is humble, but she——is still angry with confidenceit should be open.  She also knows that she is like a duckweed leaf, but she still doesn't want to get away with it in vain!  So, why should I wantonly commit crimes and veto all her efforts?

    The intolerance and hesitation at that time made that little morning glory imprinted on my heart since then.  I always wonder to myself, how much longer can she live?

    After about two or three days, when I walked there again on a relatively cold morning, as expected, I saw her shrunken!

    She no longer had the weak posture that was full and open at that time, but tightly shrunk her petite petals that were getting darker, twisted and sick, as if twisted into a "twist"!

    Is it funny?  No, I just felt a chill in my heart, stretched out a slightly trembling hand, and touched her lightly, it was so soft

    Suddenly, I hurriedly moved away my somewhat cold hands, and a strange sense of melancholy gradually spread to my heart, which seemed to be emotion, and seemed to be sad I knew that she was about to wither, and then—death!

    ?As if her last groan stopped my supposedly indifferent footsteps, I stopped for a long time, with mixed feelings and mixed feelings in my heart

    Perhaps few people have really noticed this little flower, because she is just a foil under a green tree, as inconspicuous and insignificant as the weeds that grow vertically.  But I can be regarded as the only one who remembers her in my heart, reflects her in pictures, and writes her in words right?

    In the end, I also walked away gently.  A silent turn, drifting away to a hazy distanceFang I think, I don't need to do anything for her anymore, and I can't do anything for her anymore.  Let her, whose time is approaching, go away safely like a light floating wind.

    Another day or two passed, and it was already the season when the dew turned into frost and the flowers fell.  When I habitually stopped by the same vicissitudes of life tree again, under the light green leaves and among the messy bushes, I couldn't see her delicate figure at all, as if she had never been born  , never existed, never bloomed in full bloom!

    I'm not very sad, it's just expected.  At the same time, I feel that the weather is getting cooler, or getting colder.

    Then, I turned around and left leisurely, without taking a step back.

    However, I remember you.

    Besides, I, like many other living beings who work hard, am I also you?

    ? October 18, 2019 (Remember this website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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