1, wheat.
Father's June, the fields are golden.
From time to time, rows of waves are rolled up and pushed.
I have smelled the surging wheat fragrance.
That's the latent temptation of wheat when it blooms.
No publicity, lack of beauty and beauty.
But like his father, he is the noblest of all.
The yellowing of wheat is a mature force.
What I see is a dazzling wheat field.
Maybe that's the swelling of the seeds when they are buried.
Through the layers of soil, standing on his father's broad shoulders.
At first glance, it is a golden ocean.
Father's years, is such a vigorous growth.
Flowers bloom and fall, all of which bring people a yearning.
That curved sickle is my father's curved back.
2. Clover.
Some painter accidentally threw away the two colors of pink.
Only in this way can you bloom brilliant flowers on the red land.
The roadside was dyed red, and the ambiguity of pink covered the fence.
Drought and barren, as long as there is soil, everywhere can take root and sprout.
The wind is crazy and the rain is sudden, and the beauty is as good as before.
Ordinary as, grab a handful of red soil.
3. Lotus.
Just shy, blooming like a lotus.
Can be so calm, get out of the mud without being stained.
Dew in order to get close to your grace.
Turn around on the green film you spread out.
The frog stands on the lotus leaf, and the frog croakes with your singing.
In this way, standing in a beautiful picture with the water in the pond.
4. roses
Just waiting affectionately, being packed in my heart.
Imagine being suffocated by a lover's kiss.
But being stuffed in someone else's arms by a lover.
In a flash, elegance and beauty turned into depression.
I thought this time, I would be held high.
Turn around, but have been abandoned.