Several days ago, on a rainy day, I saw a small yellow chrysanthemum like flower under a bus-stop bench.
At that time, I was in bad mood because of the rain and a heavy backpack, but even so, I felt good after finding this small flower.
How big the power of the flower was. It changed my feelings by only opening its petals.
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This is a lovely post, Saku, and perfectly written. I remember my mother buying great bunches of yellow chrysanthemums for our house when I was a little girl--she especially loved bright flowers because they made her happier.
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