
The fragrant snow orchids planted in the autumn equinox bloom delicately in the spring.
There is nothing more joyful than the flowers that I have grown by hand, and the amazement and aroma I have given me. I poured my blood and sweat into the silent, and you worked hard to grow wonderful blooms. Cultivate a seed, work hard, nourish with wisdom, and adapt to the solar terms and climate. I like that "if you bloom, the spring breeze will come." "Instead of spring coming, you'll bloom."
Recently read a poem by Lindbergh, "Process", think like this: people in this generation have done a good job of the process, the rest will be handed over to time, time will give you the fairest result, there is no need to conjecture. Life is to solve the equation, step by step to mobilize the wisdom to do, and finally get the solution, no solution, zero solution of the result, is the correct and perfect answer. The heavens were born to give an equation that is not easy to solve, keep solving it, lose it, give it up, no one will pick it up. Because everyone has a problem to do, no one is idle. I had to find it back, pick it up and continue to solve it.
One point number Ice heart like orchid