I am a hexagonal water bottle,and I am a quiet worker. My happiest time of the day is when I’m filled with sweet lemonade. During the day I lean against the kitchen window sill and sunbathe, and at night I ponder quietly under the moonlight. I always can’t help but ponder, will the outside world have the refreshing taste of lemonade?
Until one day a typhoon signal number 10 struck, the windows were blown, a strong typhoon and a lot of rain hit the glass box of the kitchen window, blowing me to the ground. The moment before my eyes, a thrilling journey began.
I opened my eyes again and I an on the stone roads of London, the wheels fighting up some rain and falling on me. An orphan in a tattered shawl picked me up and drank the little bit of lemon water left in my flat body and smiled and said it was sweet Then he took me to a park and drank it with my free mineral water. And he took me to hide in the corner of the church, and let me collect the rain dripping from the roof. I saw that he would distribute the rest of the sandwiches among the other kids. It turns out that kindness tastes more confusing than lemonade. Later he presented me to the antique shop.The manager personally marked meas the precious gift from the future .
A gust of wind blew by and I was starry dragon in a meadow in Paris. A blonde painter picked me up, filled the Seine with springs, and led me into the Louvre. Where? We see the world famous painting, Dream Gorgeous. Later he took me to the gardens of Versailles and filled me with the scent of roses with the dewdrops painted over the bottles with me filled with early morning roses. I found that there are beautiful scenery and everyone is very passionate about life.
I drifted to many places. In Tokyo, grandmother used my load of warm matcha. She also take me under a cherry blossom tree, which dropped into a water bottle, and I felt fragrant and sweet. In the desert of Egypt, a tour guide used me to pack precious years and distributed them to thirsty tourists, everyone took turns drinking, and they helped each other get out of the hot desert. In Antarctica, the explorers used the water melted by my makeup, the snow was incomparably pure, I saw a flock of penguins walking in line, and seals taking a nap on the ice. Antarctica is an interesting place.
I am a little clear water bottle, and my bottle is filled not only with lemonade, but with the warmth and kindness of the world.
