#100 Days a Day#
A wild flower Chen Mengjia
A wildflower bloomed and fell in the wilderness,
Not thinking of this little life, laughing at the sun,
God gave him the wisdom he knew himself,
His joy, his poetry, swayed before the wind.
He saw the blue sky, he couldn't see his own smallness,
Listen to the gentleness of the habitual wind, listen to the wrath of the habitual wind,
Even his own dreams were easy to forget.
(From The Dreamer's Poetry Collection, Crescent Bookstore, 1931 edition)
@ Sanlizi Life Language Should each of us be like this wildflower? No one knows, small and ordinary, life is short, but there is a heart that is born to the sun and moves upwards, and it is plain to face the gentleness and cruelty of life. Maybe they don't even have the heart to dream, but they live their lives as if they were dreams.
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