I am Liu, a plum blossom.
A plum blossom picked for a season, and she smiled. For this season, Meihua didn't care.
It's like, she casually wrote a typo, but this season, she suffered internal injuries from Xiang.
It can neither blossom nor bear fruit, a plum blossom, she is quietly blooming.
One season, but the leaves fall early.
Second, "daisy"
Daisy, it's so ordinary.
There is a kind of beauty hidden in the ordinary, an indescribable beauty!
Let me sometimes envy, sometimes sad! I am listening to music at the moment!
In my mind ... I became a wisp of wind. Fly over the green country road; Fly over the Chrysanthemum Sea in Huang Cancan; Fly over the misty rain world with thick ink.
Took away the faint chrysanthemum fragrance!
The wind has stopped, and the flowers in the air are no longer diffuse.
Leave a song that turns grief into sorrow in my ear!
I slowly close my eyes with tears in my eyes!
Sleep quietly with a tired body and a melancholy soul.
I know .....
The chrysanthemum in my dream will never wither, and it will always exude a faint fragrance. ........
Iii. wisteria
Wisteria, troubles rise in the wind and fall at night. The more you try to be brave, the dumber your laughter becomes.
Wisteria, whose heart is tied to the merry-go-round, is willing to stop making noise and stick to the old love story. People who love beauty the most are the hardest to forget.
Because there are still dreams, the most romantic people are the hardest to wake up, and they don't believe who is ruthless, if they can be like wind and rain.
Once alienated, dense, don't ask, don't tell the secret, will happiness last long?