"Do you know why morning glories are purple?" The girl asked,
"Why?" The boy replied.
"A long time ago, everything in the world had no color. One day, after the Rainbow Fairy distributed the seven-colored gems to everyone, there was only one purple one that no one wanted. Morning Glory said it wanted it, so it gave it to it. From then on, Morning Glory has been purple." The girl answered seriously.
"I really envy it." The boy said from the bottom of his heart.
"There's nothing to be envious about. What you get is what others don't want."
"But in exchange for its freedom."
"Is there any?"
"Although it has only ordinary beauty, it blooms more freely than any ordinary flower."
"When it meets earth, it grows; when it meets light, it blooms."
…
Some people are born as ordinary morning glories in the mountains and can only smile in the wind, while others are born as precious and beautiful Strelitzia reginae and are raised in a greenhouse, surrounded by envious eyes. Maybe it never knew that there was a kind of beggar called morning glory, breathing the same air as it.
When the gorgeous and proud Strelitzia reginae sees the ordinary morning glory, does it want to live freely in nature like it, receive the baptism of rain and dew, and the embrace of the sun? When it falls in love with this ordinary flower, what kind of love will it forge?