Suddenly, a petal fell on my shoulder and rolled down my body under the wheel. I was moved by this little desolation, got out of the car and pushed forward. Not far away, there is a small flower tree, trying its best to open the last flower. At the same time, those once beautiful pink flowers can't resist Xiao Feng's call of "smashing into mud and grinding into ashes". I walked to the tree with my car in my hand. Somehow, I felt that the nameless flower tree was conveying some information about life, and I was very confused.
Suddenly, another petal quietly hit my left cheek and landed at my feet. I intuitively found that the word "autumn" was clearly engraved on the stump. Once.