The seeds are beautiful rose-colored,

It's a little smaller than a mustard seed,

withered and fell into the dirt,

Burst like fireworks,

A big flower bloomed.

- Mirei Kaneko

On a summer evening, passers-by are running, children are noisy, pet dogs are barking, the afterglow of the sunset, and the popsicles in their hands feel like the world is pure and unlikely. If it has always been like this, it is simple and simple, the flowers are fragrant, the grass is green, the small animals are aura, and the people are kind and warm. I'm afraid that such a world does not exist, and even Disney fairy tales often have a big villain.

I sat on the audience in the playground, bored, feeling the sunset fall inch by inch, the night soaking the sky inch by inch, a big golden retriever came over and sniffed my shoes, "Alan" heard someone call it, and ran to the master's side happily, jumping around to play with the master. The owner, a boy in a ripped jeans and a white T-shirt, laughs and laughs, and the soft light of the setting sun outlines the silhouette of a man-dog interaction. After a while, Alan ran to my side again, and it also squatted motionless beside me, as if to accompany me to watch the sunset, and Allen's master also came, sat down and did not speak, quietly looking into the distance. I looked at the dog, looked at him, my mouth opened, I wanted to ask but I didn't know what to ask, I wanted to call his name lightly, and I was worried that my too much affection was useless, so I called his name in my heart, Guan Shan.

"Don't say anything, just stay like that for a while." He was still staring into the distance, his eyes clean and clear, stardust. I nodded, without words, Alan obediently rested his head on his lap, and he smoothed Alan's hair, and the corners of his mouth hooked into a gentle smile.

"Do you want to touch it?" He asked softly.

"No, I'm actually a little afraid of dogs." There are two kinds of people in the world, those who like dogs like it, and those who are afraid of dogs are also very afraid, I used to like it, one day after being bitten by a stray dog on the side of the road, I was more afraid than liked. Alan didn't yell at me, so he wasn't so afraid of it.

"In fact, it is a very fulfilling thing to watch it grow from such a small point to such a big one, and if you raise it, you will have feelings, and you will not be afraid." He was gesturing and talking happily, and I plucked up the courage to touch Alan, and he suddenly turned his head and stuck his tongue out at me, and I was startled.

"Don't be nervous, it likes you." Guan Shan touched Allen's head.

"I've been reading fairy tales written by Wilde lately, and I think each one is beautiful, beautiful in sadness and desolation." I say.

"Well, yes, the characters in it sacrificed one by one for the sake of truth, goodness and beauty, but in the end they died tragically." He spoke nonchalantly.

"I remember a painting I saw before, the beauty of the stunning face was submerged in the petals, and finally disappeared in the petals, maybe the extreme beauty is death." I say.

"Don't be so negative, life is short, and you still have to look good when you have good scenery to see." He pointed to the few rays of sunset on the horizon and said, "Although they are about to be swallowed up by the night, they still try their best to leave more beauty in this world." “