In fact, the night is never dark. In the dark, acacia flowers are still red. The fluffy wisteria is still purple and white, which has nothing to do with night or day. Just like, I miss you, it has nothing to do with night or day, it has nothing to do with sunny and rainy days, and it even has nothing to do with whether you know it or not, although I will try my best to let you know, and I am very happy to think of it here.
Clouds are flying, Irene is flying all over the sky, and how many people who are disappointed know. Flowers are invisible, but they are alone in acacia. ? It's different every time, so you have to distinguish words. Willingly go to the night and count the long-lost rain. The fairy said there was a red cloud. Rui Yunzhi. Like Joan. Acacia to the road, no acacia. Embroidering acacia flowers in vain, when is it?
Flowers are invisible, but they are alone in acacia. After all, Tang Chenrui can't escape this situation.
Albizia Albizia, what a good name, meaning gentleness and longevity. Albizia Albizia was ashamed and elated.
Full of fans, acacia fans. ? Smoke clouds shake dreams, rain is fine and fragrant.
Acacia lingered under the flowers and said to your family at that time. In the blink of an eye, flowers are still like dreams, and they can still grow well.
I don't know what the sky is like. I can't see acacia flowers and lean against acacia trees. I'm so disappointed.
Light a lamp and smell it lightly, but acacia flowers are not in bloom. Hold up the candle and look down, the bitter lover is not there.
According to legend, Yu Shun died while visiting Cangwu Road, but the queen's daughter, Phyl, couldn't find it everywhere in Xiangjiang River, so she cried all day and died in a pool of blood with tears. Later, the spirit of the Second Princess and Yu Shun merged into one, turning it into a acacia tree, which opened in white and closed at night, representing unswerving love.
The autumn wind extinguishes the firewood and the winter leaves break. Waiting for you, acacia flower, April day.
If you say acacia flower, it is Qinghe Wanglaoting.
The sun sets obliquely. When the black butterfly with bright blue pattern gently kissed the pink acacia flower that fell to the ground, it looked like a butterfly.
The acacia flowers have been in full bloom for many years, and they have flown with me beyond the sky. ? Say goodbye, there will be no love, and come back speechless.