1, camellia-lanling
I remember, on both sides of that mountain road, every spring, camellia will be in full bloom, emitting a strong fragrance. There is an expectation of meeting you unexpectedly. Exquisite footsteps are blown by the wind, just like the grassland of youth, reflecting the camellia all over the world and making a most beautiful ink painting. I stood there, feeling the beauty of the season, but forgetting the existence of time. I quietly looked at this girl who is comparable to flowers, close to me and far from love.
Perhaps, I am just a breeze among the flowers, or a butterfly dancing on its branches, singing alone in silence. At this moment, the camellia in my heart is releasing all kinds of amorous feelings, blooming between happiness and expectation, which makes my eyes inaccessible.
2. Pear blossoms in the moonlight-Yu Jiaqi
Moonlight is as soft as a woman in the Tang Dynasty, with the classics of Tang poetry and the elegance of Song poetry. Moonlight is the simplest emotion in missing, and pear flower is the most touching fragrance in moonlight, which can be fragrant to hometown thousands of miles away, from ancient times to the present. Pear blossoms in the moonlight are the whitest flowers in spring.
Pear flower was in the breeze, before a little rain fell, when I was in pear flower falls, my hometown, I wonder if it was the tears I missed. A pear flower played around and played with the past, which became a beautiful scenery I cherished all my life in the old days.
3, "Peach Blossom"-Pan Xinri
The happiest smiles have now untied the eyes of a winter and let the peach blossom walk in the spring. After a spring rain, the flowers on the branches imitate the birds and wait quietly to fly. When the rainy season comes, the wind blows away the homesickness and sighs all over the ground, but the branches, the flowers with broken wings.
4. At the end of winter, the last reed flower-Jiangdong
Fate is a preset program. After a dream, aging, loneliness, unshakable haggard, hidden sadness, dark night wasteland, nowhere to go, like a dark shadow of meditation, divorced from itself. At that time, the golden full moon, no matter how you look at it, will not fall, nor will it become a cone, worrying about it, only green leaves, weaving pure and beautiful fairy tales from morning till night.