I was afraid of her, and I loved her. Everything has its own way of survival, and with a sharp edge, there is a lot less covetousness

There is a flower, born to the sun

I love flowers and plants.

On the weekend, I ran to the second sister's house in Texas, and the sun was three poles, but I still didn't want to get up. Bed was my first choice for my holiday. The second sister nagged with me about the parents' shortness, and I listened with one ear and hung the sound of the crab claw orchid blossoming in the other ear. My flowers, wait for me, I don't come, you don't bloom.

From the beginning of the buds, I ran to the balcony every day to see, that day at noon home, there are three or two flowers have already exploded, very happy. Sunshine also loves flowers, and gives her a gorgeous dress, delicate with brilliance. Sniffing each flower carefully, it is not thick, but it is refreshing. I love flowers, but I don't pet them, and I plant them in pots and pans that are not luxurious, and I love them with my heart. The flowers never fail me, and the flowers bloom brightly, to me. Because of this gift, no matter how gloomy my face is, I never show it to life. Often, look at these flowers and plants, the clouds are gone.

The two cactus balls planted, hard thorns, never flowered, but were still reluctant to discard. I was afraid of her, and I loved her. Everything has its own way of survival, and with a sharp edge, there is a lot less covetousness.

People, in fact, should also live with a little sharpness. I am doomed to be weak cowardly and incompetent, and it is only Jiangshan that is easy to change.

I'm happy that my world has always been refreshing and relatively simple. If there's a mess coming in, I'll clean it up too. So, keep doing it yourself.

In winter, the sun is lovely, breaking through the obstacles of high-rise buildings, squeezing into the window to hug me. Negative reverie, the world is very good.