A flower,

It's on.

Don't crave people's praise.

Its beauty does not belong to man,

It's nature.

Sunlight

favour

wind

the fertility of the soil,

That's what it craves.

Chapter 38 of "Dream Now Flying" A flower blooms is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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