In August, it is filled with the fragrance of osmanthus; In August, it is full of the meaning of life. Osmanthus fragrans has gone with the wind again, and its fragrance has decreased. Float one after another, fall one after another, and the last one is gone. The fragrance is over, and there will be no more life. Osmanthus fragrans, he is so ordinary and so great. When summer comes, sweet-scented osmanthus blossoms, and it is waiting for the moment when it blooms; We are also looking forward to that beautiful summer. This August seems to pass very slowly. The dry weather is unbearable. Only osmanthus fragrans, which blooms a little bit, tells its heart a little bit. Time passed by bit by bit, and when the middle of the year came, osmanthus flowers opened their beautiful petals. Although the petal is small, it took a summer to grow; That fragrant fragrance is created by osmanthus fragrans every day. Suddenly, a fragrance came to my nose, as if I felt the efforts of osmanthus fragrans. Fight for osmanthus; Smell its heart. Osmanthus fragrans, although it is small, its spirit is unparalleled; Osmanthus fragrans, although it is not noticeable, is still quietly opening and working hard. Because it knows that as long as people show a little smile, it is the greatest reward for it. It's just so ordinary. So selfless, so great. Until the last moment, it was also dedicated to this empty world. It, will care? Will it come back? It, will forget?
When osmanthus is dying, I will mourn for it, because no one has really observed it. Those people are just empty shells, and they don't have to give their lives for such people. But it won't care, and it won't forget.