"Well, the collection is complete." Mr. Cat suddenly took out the cork, stuffed it into the bottle mouth and looked at me: "Oh? Aren't you the scenery of dawn? Thank you! "

"You're welcome!" I waved and looked up in surprise. "The view at dawn?"

"yes! Look-"He dug out a pale yellow bottle from his carry-on bag, which was a little bit beautiful. He gently shook the bottle and pulled out the cork.

Suddenly, several pictures appeared in front of my eyes: at dawn, I leaned against the tree to watch the scenery. A butterfly suddenly landed in front of me, and its wings were wet with water on the ground. It fluttered slightly a few times and then fell softly to the ground. I picked it up carefully, dried its wings and gently put it into the flowers. In the weak sunshine, butterflies dance and the colorful lights on their wings shine; I helped my neighbor's grandmother clean the garden, picked up branches across the street and fed dried fish to stray cats. ...

"Oh, my God! I didn't know I was so beautiful! I always thought ... "My hand touched my scarf.

Mr. Cat smiled and said, "In fact, everyone is a landscape. You don't have to feel inferior for your own shortcomings. Everyone is unique, and this is the most precious thing. Don't envy other people's stars, you also have your own sun and your own scenery, because you are a scenery! "