The Taste of Flowers: Wen/Lin Yuhe
The taste of flowers is sometimes wonderful, and that wonderful taste can only be felt by feeling. I said that the taste of a flower is not the wild ecology of nature, but the flower that blooms in my ear. It has no taste, and it doesn't have that taste. It's just a prop in my image. This prop is very casual, and there is no extra idea.
The sunshine outside passes through and the green radish kisses it. It just responds without feeling, but I still stubbornly believe that the taste of a flower is the taste of sunshine or the taste of the world. Who doesn't want to enjoy unique love and envy in a tasteful life and enjoy the warmth that is valued by people?
See the flowers bloom again: Wen/the other side sails together
Approaching spring in a trance, vaguely hearing the sound of flowers blooming, those happy birds wake up at dawn and jump happily in Daoxiang Village. Forget the snow, sleep soundly, don't drag out an ignoble existence on a cold night, watch the geese whispering back, the spring blossoms, and the apricot blossoms on earth.
When a flower falls: Wen/Gu Shi
When a flower falls, dusk comes. A little girl passing by bent down and gently picked up the flowers. The little girl danced all the way with a flower flying on her head. The dusk is getting dignified, the little girl is as light as flying, and the breeze is pleasant all the way.
Flower of love: writing/riding the wind
The flowers in March have withered, the leaves in April have thickened, and the young fruits in May are sour and tender. June and July are full of branches, and August and September are so attractive. However, I still see that sporadic flowers are still shining there. Because they have bloomed in spring, the lush leaves in summer can't cover it, and the fruits in autumn can't make it forgotten.
Even in the winter covered with snow and ice, even if the earth sleeps and the darkness is boundless, even if the world is gone forever. I can also see that it always flies tirelessly in the world.