(Literary) trial writing (3) ultra-short story

The flowers are beginning to bloom and feel everything in the world. A butterfly landed and took a deep bite.

The flowers are a little intoxicated, is this a kiss? It thinks it has met love and fantasizes that it will be with butterflies forever.

But the butterfly flew away, because it had got what it wanted, because the flower no longer had what it wanted.

The flower was a little unclear, why it flew away, did it make it angry.

But it was willing to wait, it thought it would come back, because it believed that it still liked itself, if else why would it have fallen on itself, why would it kiss itself deeply.

It waited, waited, waited, waited, and waited, and it didn't come back.

A fresh breeze blew, and it rose and fluttered with the wind, thinking that I could find it.

It finally met it again, but it was with another butterfly, looking so cheerful, flying with each other, that it realized that the butterfly was only with the butterfly, and how could it look at itself as a flower without nectar.

After flying for a long time, it finally landed, and at this time someone entered, and it was trampled on the ground and turned into mud.

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