This is a little story about "My Flowers."
The initial inspiration was that I wrote it in the mobile phone memo on the way home from the end of my work. I felt very exhausted that day and felt that the duplication of work had numbed me, so I made the decision to resign.
"Flower" is my figurative expression of "original intention". There are many factors in modern fast-paced life that can lead people to lose their original intentions.
I hope your flowers are still open when you see this story.

I had a dream when I was planting seeds——

My flowers will bloom all through the spring.

But cities are made up of boxes.

In the box,flowers have nowhere to hide,

They are always crumbling.

The days are constantly spinning and squeezing.

Maybe struggling.

Maybe just accept.

People’s eyes are empty,

Praying for dawn in the whistling wind.

The debris began to pile up,

The sound becomes noisy.

Finally my flower was drowned in the corner,

Taciturn,

Forgot how to grow.

I had a dream that night.

In my dream, I used to run in the fields.

I filled a whole spring flowers,

Vigorous growth, and heartbeat.

Parsing source of inspiration⬇️

Every time I squeeze the peak subway, I think of such a picture, and finally draw it.

Time ticking
You may find yourself on a certain day just being chased by everything and forced to move forward.

Maybe struggling, maybe only accept

When annoying chores begin to grow, when the growing desires begin to emerge, our "flowers" are likely to be buried.

"People in the box"
The city is made up of small boxes of people.
Inspired by a small room I rented when I first started working, people are very confused in such a cramped environment.

I filled a whole spring flowers,

Vigorous growth, and heartbeat.

My flower will sprout again and again with hope.

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