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I'm a piece of paper, it's a rainy late night, and I'm lying in the trash can on the corner. The barrel had no lid, and the night wind carried the chill with the smell of earth, although it was a little cold, I was still very pleasant; Over my head are the dilapidated eaves that keep out the night rain for me and my garbage friends. I quietly looked at the night sky, silently listening to the sound of falling leaves in the wind, a raindrop fell on my head, down my face, I wanted to stretch my hands and feet, wipe the rain, but found that I had already been crumpled into a ball, I laughed at myself, let the rain flow curvagly on my previously flat and upright body. I'm old, though I've only been on earth for a few days.

I remember when I was a child, my brothers and sisters and I were a tree, we lived in a forest farm, with the blue sky above our heads, the fertile soil under our feet, the boundless green grass at a glance, the fragrance of our bodies at a time, the birds chirping around us, and the sound of the babbling of the brook in our ears. We are firmly rooted and grow freely. Our greatest dream is to grow into a towering tree, and the tree boss around us is our idol, we try to look up, but we can't see his face, only his body in the golden sunlight more and more majestic. We believe that the meaning of life is to keep growing upward.

One day, when the lumberjack came, and the tree boss fell, the sky above us became more open, and the wind around us blew harder, and we wept for the tree boss, who was lying in the grass, and the weeds that he used to be invisible to when he bowed his head and bent down now covered his face. "Don't be sad, as a tree, a big tree, there will be such a day. Actually, this is nothing more than an alternation of life forms, as a tree, my life has ended, and the roots I left behind are the memories and marks of this life. And tomorrow, I will be made into various items to be shipped around the world, and I will continue my life's journey in another way. Remembering that the impermanence of life lies in an unpredictable future, it is a challenge, an ordeal, and as a tree, it is also a blessing. I am proud of the life of my tree, and I will be proud of my more life. Stand up! In the face of the wind and rain of fate, cherish this life and meet the next challenge. ”

The tree boss is gone, and gradually we become a big tree. When we block out the sun and the wind and rain, we know that a new destiny beckons to us. Soon we were transported to the factory, we were cut, crushed, melted, shaped, and when the sun shone on me again, I found myself a blank slate, and my brothers and sisters, like me, straightened up, quietly waiting for fate to come to me amid the noise of machines.

Beautiful brothers and sisters are transported away, and their prospects are bright, and they will be written with beautiful words and put on a unique coat, and they will become the treasured masterpieces of the people, or the bestsellers that everyone snaps up; They will be painted with beautiful patterns, inscribed with the handwriting of celebrities, and become decorative masterpieces that people decorate their rooms; Even more fortunate is that they will wear a colorful vest with lines, avatars and numbers, which will become a popular ticket, and the size of the number on their waistcoat determines their popularity. Their fate is long and bright.

There are not many beautiful brothers and sisters, just as there are not beautiful brothers and sisters. The unpretty siblings would be crushed into food boxes, paper cups, filled with greasy chicken thighs, piping hot fries, thick juice, or frothy beer, and their lives as paper would soon end after a feast and the scraps were cold. They will also be made into boxes, gift boxes, and even though they know that people don't need them, they still try to make this life seem brilliant. The unlucky brethren are made into toilet paper and their ugly white bodies wiped off people's stains, and they are rewarded with being spat on and thrown down the drain. Fate is impermanent, and creation makes people, which are born from the same root, and the gap is so big.

Of course, most of the siblings were a blank slate, like me, and we clung to each other and felt each other's strength as if we were a tree in the past. In the face of the future, we have some nervousness, some hesitation, and some fear, but we know that no matter what fate, we can't escape, this life, we want to make it as wonderful as the life of a tree.

My paper brothers and I were transported to people's desks, and our new job was to take notes. One by one, the brothers were pulled out, written with various words, drawn tables and graphics, painted with red and blue ink, and then left forever, some were taken away, some were torn apart, and some were abandoned. I watched silently, with a hint of melancholy that this time life was so short, even though it was still great. I longed to walk on this path of life, I longed to be reincarnated in the nirvana of life, but I still weep over this fleeting mileage. With the departure of my brothers, the coolness on my body deepened, and as the traces of the tree faded away, our lives were like pieces of paper, more frivolous but more far-reaching, weaker but taller, smaller but freer.

Finally, I was chosen, and I smiled at my brothers, waved my hand, and set out on my destiny. I lay straight on the table, the sharp tip of the pen and the black ink flying on my back, I clenched my teeth, endured the torture, silent, motionless, I knew that without heart-rending pain, there was no value in life, and at the moment of my brilliance, a new destiny would come. The pain in my back seemed to have no end, and with the great pain, my consciousness gradually faded away and blurred, and I seemed to have returned to the past, and I became a small tree again, in the mountains, by the stream, my brothers and sisters and I sucked the nectar, stretched the branches, we swayed in the breeze, we were higher than the grass, we played with the insects, we grew faster and faster, bigger and bigger, and grew higher and higher......

I'm a piece of paper, it's a rainy late night, and I'm lying in the trash can on the corner. The barrel had no lid, and the night wind carried the chill with the smell of earth, although it was a little cold, I was still very pleasant; Over my head are the dilapidated eaves that keep out the night rain for me and my garbage friends. I quietly looked at the night sky, silently listening to the sound of falling leaves in the wind, a raindrop fell on my head, down my face, I wanted to stretch my hands and feet, wipe the rain, but found that I had already been crumpled into a ball, I laughed at myself, let the rain flow curvagly on my previously flat and upright body. I'm old, though I've only been on earth for a few days.

I remember when I was a child, my brothers and sisters and I were a tree, we lived in a forest farm, with the blue sky above our heads, the fertile soil under our feet, the boundless green grass at a glance, the fragrance of our bodies at a time, the birds chirping around us, and the sound of the babbling of the brook in our ears. We are firmly rooted and grow freely. Our greatest dream is to grow into a towering tree, and the tree boss around us is our idol, we try to look up, but we can't see his face, only his body in the golden sunlight more and more majestic. We believe that the meaning of life is to keep growing upward.

One day, when the lumberjack came, and the tree boss fell, the sky above us became more open, and the wind around us blew harder, and we wept for the tree boss, who was lying in the grass, and the weeds that he used to be invisible to when he bowed his head and bent down now covered his face. "Don't be sad, as a tree, a big tree, there will be such a day. Actually, this is nothing more than an alternation of life forms, as a tree, my life has ended, and the roots I left behind are the memories and marks of this life. And tomorrow, I will be made into various items to be shipped around the world, and I will continue my life's journey in another way. Remembering that the impermanence of life lies in an unpredictable future, it is a challenge, an ordeal, and as a tree, it is also a blessing. I am proud of the life of my tree, and I will be proud of my more life. Stand up! In the face of the wind and rain of fate, cherish this life and meet the next challenge. ”

The tree boss is gone, and gradually we become a big tree. When we block out the sun and the wind and rain, we know that a new destiny beckons to us. Soon we were transported to the factory, we were cut, crushed, melted, shaped, and when the sun shone on me again, I found myself a blank slate, and my brothers and sisters, like me, straightened up, quietly waiting for fate to come to me amid the noise of machines.

Beautiful brothers and sisters are transported away, and their prospects are bright, and they will be written with beautiful words and put on a unique coat, and they will become the treasured masterpieces of the people, or the bestsellers that everyone snaps up; They will be painted with beautiful patterns, inscribed with the handwriting of celebrities, and become decorative masterpieces that people decorate their rooms; Even more fortunate is that they will wear a colorful vest with lines, avatars and numbers, which will become a popular ticket, and the size of the number on their waistcoat determines their popularity. Their fate is long and bright.

There are not many beautiful brothers and sisters, just as there are not beautiful brothers and sisters.

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