someone once asked me why I like plants so much. Why do you like painting flowers?
In fact, I like not only that flower, but all the memories that accompanied that flower. What I like may not even be the nature in front of me, but the kind of mood that nature arouses in my heart.
I heard a tempting sentence from my friend: "Friendship is just like flowers, so it's better to be light. The lighter the fragrance, the more persistent it will be."
Really, how many times has that faint flower fragrance hit me on this long road of life? How many friends have I had who used to smile and make me feel fragrant with flowers? Keep their smiling faces and their faint love in my heart forever.