In spring, many nameless wild flowers bloom. The flowers are so small that I have to look closely to feel their beauty. A flower does not want anyone to recognize it. So goes the life of a flower. Our life is like that too. I go because I like it, not because I want someone to recognize me.
Grass flower
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