Flowers are not red for a hundred days, but people are not good for a thousand days.
Without a four-leaf clover, men will swing.
Why can't you find it?
Why not grow old together?
It's still young. It's too early to take the oath.
Don't understand the separation and distress of life.
Why don't you know?
Why are you laughing?
Evergreen will replace four-leaf clover.
Grow old with you.
The voice of "Orange, Xiaozhe" emerged from the grass.
"Look, little red flower!" Sweet potato is looking at those red flowers with great interest. I'm imagining that so many little red flowers can be stamped.
After seeing the intoxicating shapes of sweet potatoes, oranges and Xiaozhe. Xiaozhe sighed and turned around. "Sweet potato, I can't even protect you." On the other hand, the orange smiled grimly and smoothed her sleeves. Then, after 1 second, a beautiful picture of "twinkling stars, little stars all over the sky" appeared in front of the sweet potato.
When sweet potato realized from the shining little star that it was not night and there would be no little star, it also felt the pain of falling "meteorite" overhead.
Look at the oranges on the side, humming a tune casually, while Xiaozhe is looking at the distance with Socrates' eyes.
"Idiot, little red flower stamps are not changed like this. The flowers here are red and small. " The orange looked at the sweet potato angrily.
"Hey hey", sweet potato smiled awkwardly. "What do you think the little red flower with the new stamp looks like?" Sweet potato scratched his head.
"The little red flower I said is small and red, understand?" The orange looked at the sweet potato seriously and said the answer.
"Oh." Sweet potato nodded honestly.
Xiao Zhe, who stood by, looked at the two men and couldn't help adding three black lines to his head: "What's the difference between' red and small' and' small and red'?"
"Don't talk about little red flowers. Have you found the four-leaf clover we want? " Xiaozhe once again showed his leadership style.
"That, that ..." Looking at oranges and sweet potatoes with smiles on their faces, Xiaozhe was completely speechless.
"Go and find it now." Before the words were finished, both of them ran away.
Four-leaf clover, also known as alfalfa, can only be found in one hundred thousand flowers, which is an internationally recognized symbol of luck.
Mom said that if you find a four-leaf clover, you can make a wish and your dream will come true.
However, after looking for it for so long, it is all three leaves. "Four leaves, four leaves, where are you?" Sweet potato has been calling deeply, but sweet potato obviously ignores one point. Four-leaf clover has no ears, how can it hear? Even if it can hear, it has no legs. How can it go out? After shouting a few times, the sweet potato still didn't answer, or shouted at the top of his lungs. What a persistent teenager, he showed the great spirit of the Chinese nation for thousands of years to the fullest.
But clover is clover after all, it can't bring the good luck of four-leaf clover, it can only stand on the road of happiness forever, but it will never see four-leaf clover and happiness.
"Did you find it?"
The three men looked at each other and shook their heads tacitly.
Why can't I find a four-leaf clover? Are we doomed not to be blessed?
The sun sets, burning the clouds on the horizon. Xiaozhe stood at the top of the grass, and the sunset dressed him up as "where are those lost years in front of me?" Behind me, are the future generations? " . I think of heaven and earth, there is no limit, there is no end, I am alone, tears fell down. The feeling of ".
God, help your lovely people! (Although I don't believe in Christianity)
"Thousand-day red!" Xiaozhe suddenly cried.
"What?" The orange is puzzled.
Sweet potatoes are even more confused.
"It's a thousand-day red." Xiaozhe pointed to the little red flower that was not a "little red flower" in the morning.
"Come on, let's take some back." Xiaozhe suggested.
"Why?" Sweet potato looks like a curious baby.
"I don't know," said the orange, shaking his head and looking defiant. "Although I don't know."
The last sentence surprised the other two.
"If flowers can be red for a thousand days, it will be much more blessed. Although ordinary flowers are gorgeous, the bonus is no more than one hundred days, so the flower language of Evergreen is ... "
The three men looked at each other and nodded.
"I hope you can let us be together forever." Three little heads crowded in front of Qianrihong and made a wish.
"It's time to go home for dinner." Sweet potato's stomach reminds on time.
"Let's go!"
The three men went home hand in hand.
The bright red crimson is swaying gently in the breeze, and the sunset puts on a golden coat for it, symbolizing that the eternal song is about to play.