At noon, on the cement road downstairs of a building in the community, I saw a weed with several flowers blooming. Some of the grass was half lying on the concrete floor, but the flowers bloomed particularly brightly and full of vitality. You can almost resist picking them back and decorating the house. In comparison, the flowers in the park that are well-cared for by the gardener make you feel dull, and you often feel that those flowers have no spirituality. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com