The Speech of A Little Flower
Under the sunshine,
Form the seedling to the plant,
Form the sprout to the bloom,
Several years have passed by,
I'm so happy.
However, the dream is too short,
A very strong storm blowing passed,
The little flower was torn by the wind,
And drifted to the strange land.
Withered already,
Cry secretly,
Where is my home?
There't no way in the high peaks
Or in the deep clouds,
Could find my dreams.
In the morning,
The ray of sun shines again,
The Little Flower wakes up gradually.
Sunshine is just like my mother't love,
I wish I can live beside her forever.
~~~by Xin Hua Tan~~~
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