Introduction: My name is A Lang, and I am a carton man, but not just a carton man. Maybe in your human eyes, I am just an ornament, a toy, or a waste at best. Yes, I come from a used carton, but I'm not a waste. Because I have an environmentally friendly heart and a loving heart. Don't think that only you humans have love, and it also exists in our carton world, but after all, it is two different worlds, and love will be different. Our love seems simpler, we don't love too much, we don't.

Love troops, will not casually sprinkle love on the main road, let vehicles run over, let pedestrians step over ... but your world is still great, despite countless distortions; And our world is warm because of simple thinking.

I have always had a wish, and that is ...

One day, by chance, I came to this beautiful suburb, and I was in a particularly good mood when I saw purple flowers everywhere. Suddenly, I saw a fluffy ball. I remember the dandelion in the story my mother told me when I was a child. Looking at them, I find the world is so lovely. I really want to take it back and give it to my favorite person. God knows how hard it is for us carton people!

My mother said dandelions would wait quietly in the corner, waiting for a gust of wind to blow their balls away, to the sky, to the forest and to another strange land ... My mother said dandelions were brave and asked me to learn from them, but also to be brave and stand the test.

Dandelion, you are brave. You have to fly for your own life. I have no right to stop you, and I have no ability, because you can't stop loving.

After bidding farewell to the beautiful and brave dandelion, I found another flower. Although I don't know its name, its spherical petals show lightness and purple. I think it should be worthy of the person I love most. I approached it and reached out to it ... Suddenly a gust of wind blew and I shivered. Looking at its swaying leaves, I feel guilty. Such a lovely and beautiful flower will leave the nature it loves because of my selfishness. If everyone is like me, then all kinds of nature will lose their luster and become less beautiful.

I have no right to destroy the life of that beautiful flower, just as human beings have no right to destroy nature. But I really want to send a bunch of flowers to my favorite person, even a flower. If I can, I hope to pick a withered flower and let it see the world of our cardboard box people in the last time. There is no resentment and earth-shaking struggle, although there are many shortcomings. ...

So, I came to the weeds and chose the most inconspicuous flower. I think even a plain flower can be worthy of my favorite person, because most of my favorite people are plain in appearance but gorgeous in heart. When I reached out my hands and threw myself at it with all my strength, I found myself so powerless. Is it impossible for the world of carton people to have flowers forever? Before that, am I excusing myself?

Leaving those flowers, no, should be a failed escape. Is it reluctant or unwilling? I stood by the grass, staring at those flowers, confused, the original world is not as beautiful as I imagined, and I am not as brave as I imagined. Stiff body, hands and feet can not bend. Maybe I'm just a dull fool in your eyes, so even my name is A Lang.

But my intuition is not numb, I also have feelings, just thinking. Isn't this better than paralysis? Why, why is it that what I can do is beyond my power?

I bowed my head to my fate. Although it takes a lot of strength to raise your head, it also takes a lot of courage to lower your head.

I don't believe it. I stubbornly looked up and looked at the blue sky. Is there anything wrong with love? Is it because I'm a carton man? I feel so helpless for the first time. ...

I hesitated for a long time, but before I could react, it began to rain heavily. Is heaven crying for me or mourning for me? Standing in the rain, I don't want to move, but I still stubbornly raise my head and point to the distance … Come on, let the raging rain wake me up! ! ! !

My pride died out bit by bit, I hesitated in the rain and walked slowly. Water drops kept running down my cheeks, and I couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears. ...

When I got home, I plunged into the bathroom, and the water rushed out of the shower nozzle and sprayed on my head and body unscrupulously ... I wanted to wash away my glitz completely, not seeking holiness, but seeking peace.

I am very weak, lying in bed feebly. I know I am weak, and I am sorry for those who love me the most. I told myself in despair, don't bow your head, don't be sad, don't think about some distant things, but my mind is full of mental anxiety. I can't sleep even in the dark.

The next morning, before dawn, I set off again ... I was looking for the answer I had always wanted to know.

Unconsciously, I came to this piece of nature mixed with hazy beauty. Looking at those, it seems like a lifetime ago, the vast forest, I am just a small member ... small enough to cherish!

No matter how you go, you can't get out of the trap you set for yourself. You know what the ending is, but you stubbornly don't believe in fate. I think I can change some things with my own strength, even a little, but I don't know if it's overreaching.

Should I continue? Or retreat? Just as I hesitated, a leaf floated down from the branch and landed at my feet. Is autumn coming? Wrong, it's still summer season, but the leaves have ended their lives.

Look up at that deciduous tree, full of lush green leaves. Life is like a leaf, and the sudden heartache makes me believe that life is an absolute sincerity.

It's time to grow up and understand that every creature's instinct is different and all life is beautiful. Life goes on. Why pursue a world that doesn't belong to you?

I kept climbing along the mountain road. Suddenly, many colorful bubbles appeared around me. Watching their figures disappear from my eyes obliquely, the world of carton people is not a cowardly world, a world that can't stand vanity, a world full of helplessness and anxiety! The color of foam in the sun, flashing more light, fell on my shoulder silently!

My favorite person, you won't blame me for not picking a bunch of flowers, because this is the power of nature, and you won't blame me for my inferiority in the past. ...