The Chinese trumpet vine flowers, falling down from a high wall, show their color even more in the midday sunlight. The Chinese trumpet vine flowers I met during the transition from breakfast to lunch is a little cold and a little warm. When I was young, I remember struggling to set the toe point as high as possible like a ballerina to make a wreath on my head with my friends under it. The orange color of the Chinese trumpet vine flowers and the slightly warm sunlight are like a crown that has been handed down to me. I keep the pure heart I had when I was young, and nature always makes me beautiful.