It is really appropriate to compare a woman to a flower. Passionate is the rose, graceful is the peony, fresh and elegant is the daffodil, charming and delicate is the peach blossom, simple and fragrant is the variant of the jasmine world, there is always a flower that conforms to the temperament of women. Women are like flowers. There are many kinds of flowers, and there are thousands of women in Qian Qian.
How to make you meet, at my most beautiful moment, for this, I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years, asking the Buddha to let me form a dusty relationship. The Buddha then turned me into a tree, growing on the roadside where you must pass. The sunshine is full of flowers carefully, which is what I expected in my previous life. Please listen carefully when you approach. The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting. What it's like. Not every woman in the world has such delicate thoughts and beautiful writing, but all women in the world have the same feelings and expectations. At their most beautiful moment, they met an appreciation step and cut it off from the branches of life to open a thick flower season for love. Print out the most beautiful moments in his eyes and leave them for him to slowly aftertaste and aftertaste when he is old.
Love is like rouge. The beauty of a woman is masked by heavy makeup. Women often bloom for love and wither for love. Love is more important than knowing. The meaning of drunkenness is not in wine, flowers bloom and fall, and fate keeps on. Just like the spring breeze blows away, women are as short as flowers and dreams, like a charming dream. They always wake up in bright light and shadow, and suddenly wake up in the real world. No wonder sister Lin sings a song that is not sad for my lament. When flowers bloom, the most beautiful time is always short. Every woman wants to stay in the best and happiest moment, but time flies like water, not only our thoughts, but also our bodies. My mind is getting mature, calm and indifferent, and my body is getting old. More and more time is spent in front of the mirror, and the sadness of self-pity is getting heavier and heavier. When you are old, you are old. Physical aging is natural, but you can control your mind by yourself. Didn't you say that you can't be old when you are old? Yearning for this realm, work hard towards it, even if a remnant of English hangs on the branch, let that touch of purples decorate the green of late spring.
If a woman is like a flower, she must bloom a beautiful flower forever and never hide it. No matter how much people love each other, there will be disputes, and there will be disputes in the happiest life. If a woman is like a flower, don't be stubborn from time to time and fight with men in trivial life. A pear flower in timely rain will break the hard ice of men, and no matter how hard the armor is, it can't compare with the tenderness of women. Just like the hand in a martial arts novel, it is sweet to entangle him with the thread of love.
A woman is like a flower, but she must have a strong and independent side. Strong is not only the body, but also the will. Independence is not only the economy, but also the spirit. As the oak tree said; I must be a kapok beside you, standing with you as a tree. You have your copper and iron, like a knife, like a sword, and like a halberd. I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh and a hero's torch. We share the cold wave, wind dew and thunderbolt, and we enjoy the mist, flowing haze and neon, as if we were separated forever, but we are dependent on each other for life.
Women are like flowers. Over time, my face is haggard, but I can't fade away from my heart.
Life is like a small besieged city. We don't pursue it deliberately, but we meet and know each other. Perhaps a sweet romance will come quietly inadvertently, just like a blooming flower, bright and loose. Lazy winter, a unique and dazzling landscape is outlined with bright ink and pale colors, but it seems a little affectionate in the curved lines, which makes the charm of flowers drift with the wind and splash in the blurred romantic month, looking like smoke and colorful.
That spring, I met her in the world of mortals; In the misty rain, our eyes collided with each other and the starting point rippled in the air. This feeling is as comfortable as the wind, but unpredictable. A hazy sweetness rippled around. Although it is not beautiful, it is elegant as a mirror, like a gorgeous peach blossom. It came into my dream with the spring breeze all the way, giving me unusual enjoyment, warmth and comfort.
In this way, our love blooms in the peach blossom, and we live and grow together. We wrote crooked words on the beach and promised to be together for life. We walked hand in hand on the way home, foolishly thinking that we could go all the way to the end. But later, later, she said that she couldn't stand my cool thin temper any longer. What she wants is enthusiasm like fire. But she forgot how proud I am, but I am willing to humble myself to the dust for her. I used to make waves for her casual joke, which made flowers bloom all over the mountains. Now, who is buried everywhere? Only a touch of cool flowers, accompanied by my playing farewell, soaked a wet and broken heart.
The wind has passed without a trace, and the flowers bloom on the other side, leaving only one me, holding a feeling of powerlessness, quietly watching the sunrise and sunset, waiting for the years to grow old.
In this way, the story of love at first sight has experienced ups and downs in the years, just like a gorgeous summer flower in full bloom, but it is inevitable to wither. For another example, the dream scene after scene, no matter how beautiful, must face the reality finally, and the ending of flowering must wake up. Don't lament that there are so many sufferings in reality. In the lonely moonlight, my eyes were moist, watching the fallen flowers dance with the wind and spinning a pink curtain.
Inadvertently, I picked up a falling flower, and the residual red petals covered up my shallow thoughts, as if complaining to me, why inadvertently dispersed with the wind, but I missed my previous life. It turned out that the cold wind in cool thin blew away the colorful flowers of a season, and with a hint of sadness, gently took away the delicate flowers. It floats gently, as if it had never passed in the future, leaving only the bleak and sad flowers.
The pleasant light rain hit me slowly, and the cold rain lonely my blurred eyes, so for the first time, I passed by.
Women are like flowers, and flowers bloom like dreams. Flowers bloom in one season, the breeze is around the branches, and the flying flowers are tender and particularly lingering. But when the seasons change and the autumn wind blows, they leave residual red and depression all over the ground, flowers bloom again and again, repeating warm dreams, but they can constantly wake up from the night dreams and look forward to the continuation of the dreams.
I don't want to walk through the fragrance of flowers, only sigh who the flowers are red for, and I don't want her to cry and die in my hands at the best moment of my life. This natural and unrestrained life, should be tea fragrance and green hair, watch the flowers bloom and fall together and enjoy the prosperity of the world, isn't it?
It was another year when the flowers fell, and by chance, we met again. We stared at each other, without any words, only sweet memories, recalling the tenderness of the past, so the fate came together again, but my empty heart still swayed, only this time I learned to influence each other's little estrangement with false enthusiasm, but the good times didn't last long. Even if it was better, I hid. I was like a person who had not completely tasted the loss. No man should be responsible, so I started an endless quarrel with her over trifles. Finally, I said goodbye resolutely in anger, watching this difficult love robbery helplessly, and finally it became a ruin that I couldn't stop. I was completely defeated and left your world proudly.
Women are like flowers, but when the flowers are enchanting, they suddenly look back and find that they have missed the colorful rainy season that year. This sadness may only be known by the wind. Look, it blows gently, wrinkling a pool of spring water.
In the long years that followed, I washed away the lead in the world of mortals, stained the glass in the cold and warm world, honed myself in bronze and iron, abandoned all arrogance and self-esteem, and returned to the original starting point. But when I carefully picked up the old memories and prepared to hide them in my heart and slowly cherish the aftertaste, I seemed to be watching her fly to heaven with sweetness in the distance. I opened my hands to catch something, but in the end I couldn't catch anything. Just watching her figure disappear in the sea of clouds, together with our humble promise, is this the answer I am looking for? Maybe we don't understand, or maybe the most beautiful one can only be missed.
Women are like flowers, flowers have confidants, flowers are charming and colorful, and women are full of amorous feelings. Flowers are blooming, elegant and fragrant.
Women should be pure, the wind has passed without trace, the world is beautiful, and beauty is better than women's flowers. Women should be wise, elegant and charming.
Internal and external cultivation is the unity of beauty and the ultimate beauty. Elegant and charming woman flowers will always be the most beautiful picture between heaven and earth.
Over the years, what cannot be described is the beauty of women's flowers, and what cannot be told is the trickle of women's flowers.
The endless books are the infatuation of women's flowers, and women are as picturesque as flowers; Women are like flowers and poems.
The future of life is unpredictable, the flowering period of women is inevitable, and there is no flower in the world of mortals that will never wither.
There is no beauty that will never grow old. If a woman knows how to be independent, self-reliant, self-respecting and self-loving,
Know how to write with a smile, know how to paint a dry mountain green, know how to build a dam for sadness, know how to face the warm sunshine, know how to delete complexity and simplify it,
In this way, we can comb every ordinary day into romance and poetry.
A trip in the mountains, a trip in the water, makes life half warm, half thin, half cool, half bright and half sad.
Let troubles be put aside and sadness be buried. I will be here whether you come or not. In this life,
A piece of ice heart is in a jade pot, which is unobtrusive, noisy and kitsch, and crosses the four seasons.
Sit with time, guard your own fireworks, pour wine with the sun and the moon, pour cups with the wind and cloud, and talk with the years.
The heart is not stained with dust, the feelings are not stained with sorrow, and the flowers are elegant and fragrant.
Women in the world are like flowers, and faint flowers are hidden in their hearts. When the flowers bloom, the breeze comes.
From bud to bloom, from standing to withering, flowers bloom and fall, women are always hazy and graceful paintings.
This is a melodious and beautiful song and an intriguing poem. In the world of mortals,
Every woman is a unique flower, thin and fat, full of flowers, each with its own strong points and strong points.