Like flowers

The breeze blows, the drizzle is decadent, is it pouring out? Is shallow sing? Or sad? The slight feelings are filled with smiles, and my thoughts are wisps. Among all the plants, I like flowers most, just that kind of involuntarily love. Maybe flowers bloom and fall perfectly and give poetic and pictorial meanings, right? I can’t say for sure, I really want to have a flower field with flowers blooming and fragrant, put my life in it, get drunk in it, and never wake up. I like flowers because of my childhood. On an ignorant day, I cried everywhere. Students used white paper to consciously fold small white flowers with teachers. Villagers picked all the flowers with white flowers, they all went to the village Department devoutly and put them in front of a black gauze photo frame. Later they knew that this mourning was unprecedented across the country. That flower, that love, that scene, is heartbreaking. From then on, I knew that white flower is holy, and let me know that flowers have stories. I like flowers. When I was a young girl, my neighbor was the village head. His parents bought a rose flower, so other people were reluctant to waste to grow this edible flower! Every spring, summer and autumn are full of red flowers. There are a lot of flowers. One is close to the other, and the dense fragrance of flowers can be smelled from a distance, which attracts many bees and butterflies flying, I was always not afraid of my hands being hurt by thorns. I stretched out my hands quietly and folded the flowers out of the wooden fence gently, hiding behind me secretly. I went home and found an ink bottle filled with water and inserted it into it, put it on the head of the bed, in the company of flowers, in the low and stuffy small house, I spent summer one after another, and I didn’t feel hot. After a long time, the petals were zeroed, I was reluctant to throw it away. I was exquisitely stuck in the book, and the flowers blossomed and fell. The fragrant memory kept lingering in my mind, letting me know that flowers are spiritual. Later, I met someone who held hands for a lifetime, envious of the sentiment of the rose and admiring the heart words expressed by the Rose! However, the person beside the pillow still doesn’t understand romance and wind and flowers. In his heart, maybe I am not the charming and graceful promise of a flowery woman without flowers? Don’t have that beautiful romance! Every time I see the pursuers in movies and TV plays, or the moment when my lover gives me a big bouquet of roses, I will burst into tears. I admit that I am an emotional woman, indulged in the promise of eternal love for a long time, the love with mutual affection and mutual love is a kind of unspeakable beauty even if it is close to the end of the world. Li Qingzhao wrote the romantic lingering of the poet’s lovesickness with a cut of plum blossom: The Red Lotus Root fragrance and the residual Jade cover the autumn. Skivvies, alone on lan zhou. Who will send the brocade book in the cloud? yan zi back in, yuemanxilou. Migratory water artesian. A kind of lovesickness, two idle sorrows. This situation could be eliminated by no means, so I frowned but fell into my heart. It was full of lovesickness, deep feeling, floating flowers and flowing water, which witnessed the poet’s sweet, light sorrow and shallow years, and made me understand that flowers also have affection and tenderness. I like flowers because: life is as beautiful as summer flowers, death is as beautiful as autumn leaves. When we walk on the road, when butterflies are flying over the countryside, they will send out people’s elegan, we are like idle flowers or clouds wandering in half an acre of flower field. Have you heard a girl named Tian Wei telling softly: I am willing to be happy, but I am only willing to be happy? In the lonely midnight; In the snowy morning; In her words “half mu of flower field”, I can’t see a trace of sadness, only a beautiful girl, she planted the flower field meticulously and let it bloom. I searched the watchers who never saw flowers in the flower field, maybe she is in the strong fragrance of flowers? Maybe she is in the flowers that snuggle up to each other? Maybe she can only be reborn in the words of “half mu of flower field? Since then, every month and every day every year, I hope there will be an angel smiling in the flower field where flowers bloom, which will let me know that no matter flowers bloom or fall, flowers have legendary lives. I like to face the sea, Spring flowers bloom, this is Haizi’s poem, revealing the poet’s yearning for romantic life, but also a lot of helplessness and bitterness to reality, at this time, I have learned that flowers also have dreams. Maybe we still need to pursue Haizi’s footprints and go all the way to be a happy person from tomorrow! Like (prose editor: yuiran) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. 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