1, flowers bloom and fall, or like a flash in the pan, or like a rose forever. Standing in the corner, holding the flowers to be released, the wind is blowing, the rain is falling, the flowers and leaves are covered with rain beads, and the buds are dripping. I don't know, rain or tears. Watching, people who hurried by didn't see the figure and flowers they wanted to see, and I slowly became indifferent.
2. In autumn and August, osmanthus, you opened the wind, took advantage of the night and light rain, squeezed through the curtain window, and sent your fragrance into my dream. I arrived at Hongen Temple Park early in the morning without calling my friends or bringing my companions. The hometown of osmanthus, because, last night I dreamed. You languish in the rain, you drift in the wind, and it rains and sweats. Running all the way, missing all the way. Ruthless wind and rain, sweet-scented osmanthus.
In the warm room, the potted flowers were spoiled. Every day someone waters and fertilizes, and every day someone prunes and cares. He lives happily. The proud bud bloomed slowly, and one day he accidentally poked his head out of the window and suddenly found the grass in the field. Born in that humble place, no one cares, and no one will even see it.