I still remember the past, when the meteors streaked across the sky in the early morning, I made a wish that I would see roses in the yard tomorrow, but it turned out that the meteor's wish was false. After all, materialism defeated idealism. The meteor dragged its long tail across, leaving nothing behind.
After that, I didn't plant any roses, and I had no money.
Later, I planted a plant, but it happened to be a drought and it died. I can't hold an umbrella for the rose in my imagination.
Now, it seems there is no time.
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Intention: growth, trivial matters,