Talk about the mood of flowers and cow dung

Flowers: I don't want to stay on cow dung. It's so ugly and smelly. It's as beautiful and fragrant as I am. "

Cowdung didn't say anything, but just smiled silently.

Flowers left cow dung to go to gold placer. It felt that only gold could set off its beauty, but not long after, as time passed, gold placer had no water and nutrients, and flowers soon lost their beauty. gold placer wavered, and it gave up flowers to look for more beautiful flowers.

this is cow dung talking: come and take the flowers and I will protect you;

The flowers have withered. At this moment, it knows that cow dung is ugly and smelly, but it is reliable and will give it all the nutrients and water it needs.

In real life, such a thing is no longer strange. I think there is nothing wrong with cow dung. I hope I can make cow dung myself. If I were a flower, I would like to be in cow dung, thinking that it is ordinary. Ordinary is what I pursue. I hope my own love can be ordinary. I don't want it to be as exciting as Titanic or the story of China's historical butterfly lovers. It's very gratifying to find something moving in ordinary life now.

Love is like flowers, and life is like cow dung. Flowers bloom in beauty and wither. Love is what people pursue, just like flowers are beautiful, but love also wants to be honed in life. Just like cow dung, ordinary life is long-term love, too.