The countryside is green, friendly and natural. The breeze is blowing on my face, and the fragrance is fragrant. Ah, it smells like wild lilies.
It is indeed her! Sometimes in the country road for an outing, the breeze blows gently, and inadvertently, she waves to you outside the field. She is graceful and straight, not loose, with lush green leaves and white flowers. She swayed gracefully in the wind! Let people indulge in dreams for a long time.
It is indeed her! Sometimes in the quiet valley after rain, the sky washes like ripples and the grass leaves Qing Xiang. Suddenly looking back, she broke into my eyes and occupied my heart with a refined surprise. A faint fragrance wafts in the empty Shan Ye.
Yes, in the depths of clear streams, in the depths of green hillsides and in the depths of clean valleys, wild lilies will meet me quietly. She blooms the purity of the mountain stream with a simple and elegant attitude. Give me relaxation and surprise.
Sometimes, I think she is exquisite! Transparent gauze clothing, slender figure. Even the flowers were silent. Her white flowers kissed my cheek, warm and fragrant. What is more lovable and cherished than her?
Sometimes, I think she is stubborn! The wind is blowing, and the rainstorm is coming. In Shan Ye, where there is no shelter, she always grows tenaciously! She has a sense of pride. Who else is not moved by her integrity?
Sometimes, I think she is wild! It looks delicate, pure and shy, but she doesn't belong to a vase. She belongs to the valley, Qingxi and nature. Because of her, Shan Ye is full of energy. She has irresistible wild charm.
Sometimes, I think she is very smart! I felt her insight into the world from the depths of her spotless petals. It always warmly welcomes the bright sunshine in May. It becomes gorgeous in summer and brilliant in autumn wind.
Sometimes, I think she is noble! Like a noble princess. Like a fairy. She absorbs the aura of heaven and earth and releases life to her heart's content. Who else can not bow their proud heads in front of her and fall for her graceful charm?
Therefore, I always appreciate her with an appreciative eye. I often talk to her with a pious mind.
I often ask: Who knows you appreciate you in this remote place? What's the difference between your value and vegetation?
Wild lily was silent. She just tried to absorb water and sunshine, take root deeply and stand up.
In summer, she blooms beautiful petals. She proved her existence with her white and beautiful charm in spirit; Prove your beauty; Complete your task. I see: this is her return to the earth piece by piece. She wants to be the most beautiful color in Shan Ye.
In autumn, all plants and trees hang colorful flags, showing their maturity and pouring out a gentleness. However, she put away her beauty and turned her brilliance into a scaly light bulb, which was deeply hidden in the soil. I see: this is her yearning for the land piece by piece. She is waiting for another spring.
I was intoxicated by her simple and elegant feelings.
I was intoxicated by her faint fragrance.
How I want to become her white as snow.
Lily's prose poems
How many years have lilies been in full bloom in the long river of years? I don't know. Those lilies six years ago, the blooming fragrance and Zhang He have nothing to do with us.
Our lily has been in full bloom for six years today.
When the lilies are in full bloom, we are guarding a simple home, a simple day and a simple each other. Never part a little.
Lily never swears eternity, but it always blooms beautifully.
Our eyes are clearer when washed in lilies. When our poems walk past the lilies, they are more elegant. Our hearts are warmer and more sincere in lilies.
Today is the 6th of 1 month, and the lily blossom period is superimposed. I caught a handful of winter sunshine and swept the background color of lily over and over again. I see pink flowers, bright and clean in the sun. Lily is in full bloom in our time. There is no stain.
Lily's prose poems in her dreams.
I like to think of you when it is snowing heavily, so that snowflakes can fully soothe and violently bombard the distant sky on the soul kissed by eyes.
At that time, snowflakes always showed bright emotions and were full of the purity of the soul. Just like your name, it is white and pure, and its manners and cultivation solidify the character of Xiuwaihuizhong, a solemn and beautiful appearance, and a gentle and elegant appearance.
With a warm look, you gently gather my thoughts, broaden my horizons to the sea, and let the wrinkled waves stir in your waters. A few idle thoughts splashed, and the emotions flowing from the brow ebbed and flowed.
As a result, you have become a landscape painting that will never fade on the long snowfield.
Handsome and generous, engraved with the green of spring,
Dignified and intelligent, it exudes the fragrance of orchids.
Whose season is the beauty of rhythm and expression?
When the clouds are filled, you wear a pure, mysterious, graceful and beautiful image, which solidified my homesickness. Many whispers, like a small river, gurgled.
At that moment, my heart crossed the vast space and time step by step, watching your graceful posture.
Hot agarwood, the pure horizon, inch by inch green through the horizon.
At that moment, I used a pair of gorgeous eyes to touch the spring scenery that has never appeared in your mind, waiting to call your inner whisper, with a desire from near to far.
When you fall in love with jade liquid.
Time is sitting quietly in the fate, with a long literary mind, full of words and courage. Every time I whisper deeply, I reunite my crushed dream.
Year after year, year after year.
In this way, let my silent and graceful poems penetrate the turmoil in your heart and fill the amorous feelings of Wang Yang;
In this way, let your tender and lingering lyricism wet my turbulent past, sing like water and stare deeply.
Follow your poetry carefully, and in the warm restaurant facing the street, let the beautiful curve of life hold the confession of true feelings and the attractive soft blue of early spring brewed with a pot of chrysanthemum.
There is also a fire, spicy passion, mellow old white stalks. In the colorful attachment, I raise my glass and make a spiritual commitment, which is rooted in the flowing poetic heart.
Spell poems, blend hearts and weave green dreams.
As a result, your feeling of flapping your wings is as clear and beautiful as a dream, and it grows into eternal nectar.
Stepping on the Xiling Moon, grinding the frost of Banqiao. On the other person's long face, there is a fiery, tall and straight charm that makes a flower? Fairy Shang Yun? Lily, so bright in the candlelight lit dinner.