Write pebbles.

Next to the grass brother, flower sister are tightly attached to me, for temporary comfort.

I come from a high mountain. The mountains are green, and the green grass is soft, covering me like a green carpet.

"The storm was so severe just now that many things were' moved' by the strong wind. I changed from rough and angular stones on the mountain to smooth and glittering pebbles. It is nature that has changed me.