Flying catkins all over the sky in May snow
Heart hallucination in the depths of summer and winter
Chunhua is no more beautiful than this.
A hundred miles of velvet flowers are unparalleled.
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Spring rain and fog haze, peach blossom, with rain pear blossom, red grass green, give people a lot of reverie. A kind of warm, ambiguous and extravagant reverie. The drooping willow seduced the little fish and plucked the calm surface of the lake into clear waves and ripples. The movement in this quiet beauty makes people relaxed and happy.
Beauty, beauty!
Spring flowers are in full bloom, spring is rippling, or spring is full of energy, all as beautiful as first love. Will eventually become a thing of the past, become a memory!
It was May in the twinkling of an eye. The earth is verdant, the leaves are no longer so shy and fresh, but stretch its warm green heartily. The morning breeze is as soft and fresh as silk. Blowing on the face, gently brushing the skin, the heart is as spotless as Bai Juan, and as comfortable as an electric iron. Such a gentle wind, I miss a cup of tea, a chair, a dream.
May silk thatch flowers, swaying with the wind, all over the sky, like a newly fallen snow, boundless, whitening the field. The little tree was wrapped in it, looking lonely and cold. If it were not for the tender green leaves and the warm morning breeze in front of my ears, I thought it would be another boundless winter.
The silky flowers in front of me remind me of the grievances of Fei Xue Dou E in June. The extreme sadness and the extreme beauty, though not comparable, made me ponder. I integrated into the sea of silk grass flowers, touched the scene and blurted out, "May Snow"!
When I was in the snow in May, I had both aesthetic feelings and awakening sighs! I don't want to regret this season as white as snow, as soft as silk, as moving as waves, and as quiet as virgin silk flowers because of my mood.
Silk thatch flower. It has a green background, red waist and white catkins. The half-foot-long spikes of flowers, like the hair of a baby after a bath, are wet, tender and soft, folded easily. Three or two days later, the flower ear is mature, furry, white Yingying. At any time to cater to the guidance of the wind, and the seeds as light as the air, floating in the sky, pervading on the branches, leaves of grass, or sticking into the soil, also drifting with the current.
The red trousers and white robes are like maiden silk flowers, and they are also as shy as young girls. When I got close to her, she seemed to have low eyebrows and cramped, but she always smiled. It's just that her shy embarrassment and weak body are so adorable! I really want to touch this wet and tender ear of flowers, but I dare not, nor am I willing to touch it. I'm afraid of hurting her delicacy and her self-esteem. In order to be closer, closer, I squatted down and tried to cater to my face and taste with my heart! She, they gave me a light kiss, kissed the cheek, kissed the forehead.
I want to just fall into it and indulge in it!
One branch, another red trousers and white robe silk thatched flower. It mythically rendered yesterday's colorful fields into today's white sea, white feelings. This vast white world is crystal white, dazzling white, and so white that I am in awe!
Wisps of breeze blowing, silk flowers like white silk spread on the ground, but also like rows of waves, one after another, light and smooth. As the wind passed, it regained its almost cold silence, and the silk grass flowers were like three feet of snow, which had no end. All of a sudden, a chill in my mind hit me, and my mind was blank. I had no thoughts and no mood.
Holy silk thatch flower, May snow. What does it mean? what is it? Is to look down on the sad and lamentable economy of the world, or put aside which section of love and hatred?
Author: 8,000 years old
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