Several pink flowers emerging from the wall, chic shapes, elegant and refine but no one catches a glimpse of them. Then it was unperturbed with the busy footsteps that passed by her and the exhaust emitted by passing cars.
它没有朋友的围绕，没有赏花人伫立的惊叹。粉红花在那儿孤芳自赏，乐得其中。
She has no friends around, without eager admirers praising her marvel. She was there all by her own and pleased with her own admiration.
它开心就笑，伤心就哭，没有拘束，没有条例，没有EQ指数更没有IQ过高。
She laugh when happy, cry when sad, with no obligatory, no ruling, not barred by EQ index or high IQ.
它告诉我只要开心就好，它不招摇过市，不爱打扮，只爱素颜见人。写自己的歌，哼自己的曲，怡然自得。
And yet she whispers lightly to me that happiness is not through the streets, not through dressing up but through unhidden Me. Happiness is to sing your own songs, write your own lyrics and live with bliss.
几朵粉红色墙角花，毫无身价却那么开心，那我们呢？
Little pink flowers along the wall come with no price tags and yet so cheery, but why? Why did you exclude me?
几朵粉红色墙角花，外型潇洒，清新脱俗,却无人注意。路人匆忙的脚步与车辆排出的废气，它显得无动于衷。
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