In a previous life, on a rainy day, I was born on the roadside of the city. I just opened my eyes and found it was purgatory on earth! ? White? The devil is tearing at my leg; My neck is locked, I hold my breath and my feet are kicking feebly; The eyeball protrudes like a goldfish and will pop up immediately; Unconsciously, the hand holding the soil edge is unable to hang down; The shrill screams are endless, depressing and dark! I close my eyes, and I can see the pictures of countless compatriots asking for help in the sea of knives and mountains. At that moment, I understood: Oh, this is pollution!

I finally escaped from the wild land-attached to the skirt of a passing child, and in this way, I was taken to a remote mountainous area. An old woman in rags is greeting the child: Come on, come and eat! I cooked vegetable porridge today. ?

The child nodded, turned around and quickly took a big bowl with half a bowl of porridge in it. There are a few silk cabbage roots floating on the white soup in the bowl, and there is not much rice. The rice sinks to the bottom of the bowl, and there are not many particles. Dozens of people gathered around a cauldron, each with his head down, tasting the hard work of the day. I felt sad for a while and couldn't help but sigh: alas, this is poverty!

I begged the wind to take me away, wandering into the deep forest, taking root and sprouting, and I was lonely and open. Fortunately, the sky is a little white, and I am alone in my last pure land.

Time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. Life has gone through many twists and turns. Forty years have passed!

The wind said to take me to see the outside world. The outside world? Oh, I have given up all expectations, and painful memories are always hard to remember. The wind jumped on me, coaxed me and dragged me forward. I fell on the road of the city again, where I was born, huh? There is no terror in my memory, but warmth and comfort fill my warm body. I am having a swell time. ? Look! The flowers are blooming! What beautiful flowers! ? Suddenly, a young child's voice rang in my ear, a red smiling face shook in front of my eyes, and a handsome boy in bright clothes extended his hand to me. Ah! This, this is not the child who helped me escape from the wilderness!

I stretched myself and smiled, revealing the most beautiful curve. I looked up, and the sky was blue and far-reaching, with long white clouds. Looking around, there were many tall buildings and trees. I listened, smiled and the birds chirped.

? Knock, knock. A few crunches, the time of the large display screen on the top of the clock tower stopped. Oh, spring of 20 18!