You,
are so beautiful.
Again,
with such poison.
How much blood is stained on your delicate petals?
So,
You are destined to be lonely.
Because,
No one can understand your vulnerability to poison.
Lovely Oleander,
Did you know that
Some people do not cherish your beauty;
There are also people
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I am willing to give my life for you
2. It’s the season when oleanders are blooming again,
Those little stars, a few sparse ones,
I poked my head out from the bottom of the bush,
I caught it.
Exactly like the white flowers in my memory,
But I have lost all my expectations——
Last year’s prosperity
And the unrestrained feeling when the flowers fade.
However, I am unwilling to accept it——
Will the flower blooming in my heart never exist again?
So,
Every day, I deliberately walk by them.
Finally,
the flowers are blooming.
My tears actually flowed out.
From so many days of waiting,
I understand that I - love - oleander.
I-love-oleander,
I am also like oleander.
With all his strength, the oleander can only hold out a small one,
It is white and flawless, light and elegant,
Colorless and odorless, do not fight or show off.
I don’t want to compete with the flowers,
I don’t want to be surrounded by bees and butterflies,
I just want to be grateful for the scenery and rain,
In order to show the youth in your heart.
As for the ordinary branches,
the bitterness of the juice,
perhaps it is because of
the bitter memories.