The breeze passed by, picking up a white plum petal, throwing it into the air, and letting it flutter down and return to the dust. Suddenly, although I felt a sense of loss, there was a hint of spring news...
This is an exercise I did when I was in my third year of high school. I feel that time and space are easy to change, and the grass and trees are speechless. Now it seems that the words and sentences I used at that time were too petty, but it was very sincere!
Intention: