I can still remember one meaningful story I read in a primary school supplementary reader. It is about a morning glory flower that was seen as a weak, useless weed by other flowers in the garden. The sunflower mocked the morning glory flower, saying it couldn’t stand straight like the sunflower could. The other flowers also joined in the taunting and bullying, saying that the morning glory was not beautiful or strong or long-lasting like they were.
I couldn’t remember the exact details of the story, but if I remember correctly, the morning glory flower eventually died sad and alone in the garden, but the birds or bees had scattered its seeds. Over time, many new morning glories appeared, and beautifed the whole landscape.