While walking in the garden with my friends, I passed a cluster of blooming daffodils lilies. The pink ones were as bright as the clouds, the light yellow ones were quiet and elegant, and the buds were like a bird of paradise. She couldn't help but say softly, "The flowers are re

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Ding Wei - Started a small garden with friends, I passed a cluster of blooming daffodil lilies, pink is as bright as the clouds, light yellow is quiet and elegant, and the buds are like a bird of paradise. She couldn't help but say softly,

"The flowers are really beautiful in the world, so beautiful that my heart beats faster."

said while leaning over and enjoying themselves. The flowers swayed in the wind, as if they understood her likes, and responded to this beautiful woman like flowers in the most beautiful posture.

Seeing her intoxicated, her long black hair and beautiful face standing among the flowers, she really looks like a fairy in the flower.

At that time, the sky was clear, the clouds were leisurely, the air was refreshing, and the sun was warm.

About all women in the world love flowers.

I am the same. Every Saturday when collecting flowers, it will make people feel as beautiful and fragrant as flowers.

When I serve the flowers every day, my heart will quietly focus on the flowers' tender face, knowing that my expression and expression at that moment were also gentle, my smile was shallow, and I was happy to like the days.

I remember that before the epidemic, I would choose a flower for myself, my aunt and mother on special days.

At that moment, my mother and aunt would stand aside and watch me trim it into different small themes placed in each room.

There are flowers smiling within the eyes. People who look at flowers will be infected, and they are happy to like the days, their smiles are light, and they enjoy this little scenery in the ordinary.

Happiness often blooms quietly in our fragments of joy, without deliberate elaboration, but only in that natural love for beautiful things from the bottom of our hearts.

loves and cherishes it, and life will become more refined.

Life is filled with a sense of art.

Times are like flowers, with poetry lingering, we call it "wonderful".

Those flowers bloom into springs one after another in life. . .

Those flowers

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