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I saw flowers falling into the water. It's as if a vibrant wind caused a repelling force, pushing the flowers to one side and an embankment that protected them from flowing away. Some of the flowers are fresh, while others are dry. The red petals easily wilt in the water and then discolor. The green leaves retain their color longer than the petals but eventually shrink over time.

I feel that the flowers fell from the flowering trees and landed on the cemented interlock pathway. Some were also carried by the flood and ended up in the open space near the cemented area.

Flowers weep to Nature's call,

Oh verdant blooms resembling the rose, whose leaves gleam and light up the world at dawn, casting a spell on every being, especially young men.

Bright green blossoms, what have the sun, rain, and wind wrought upon you at noon? Your captivating allure pleads for aid and embellishment, a call the world and riches can fulfill.

Oh, Nature, what have you wrought upon me? I see my youthful form wither, losing its color and grace. How can I preserve my vibrant hues and beauty?

Now I comprehend, I am fading because I am a flower, not a stone. I radiate in the morning, attracting both great and small, but as evening descends, I wither and succumb to Nature's decree.

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