Sunflower, also known as Nichiren, its flower language is silent love. My hometown is full of this beautiful plant. Ever since it grew and multiplied on this land, I've gotten used to going to see the sunflowers alone at sunset. I like that large piece of gold, like it, although there is no delicacy of roses, the fragrance of lilies, but there is a simple persistence. With its immortal pursuit, it blossoms into a flower, to quietly listen to the sound of the sun breathing.
It uses eternal faith and tenacious vitality to passionately pursue the beauty of the light. It uses the most real ordinariness to meet the rising sun in the east, and then sends the sunset to disappear, so it welcomes the sunset and sunrise, until it turns itself into a fruitful harvest, and then completes its wonderful life journey.
Sunflowers, eternal worship of the sun. It has a golden dream, and it blooms with hope in the face of the sun. The dazzling color is full of passion and vitality, so its life is bright and full. And we, too, are in that golden cradle, whether it is laughter, tears, wounds, pain, there will be a sunshine to accompany us.
With the guidance of this light, our lives are no longer cold and lonely. Once, I was particularly obsessed with that wheat-colored skin, and stubbornly believed that only that color of skin was the closest to the sun. Because, that is the testimony of the hard-working and simple laborers, working at sunrise, resting at sunset, sweating all over the fields and embracing the sun.
I stood in the sunflower, in the direction of the sunflower, looking at the warm sun, sprinkled with layers of sunlight, feeling the pure beauty of nature. And, whenever you are in this intoxicating complex, it is always, nostalgic for the last warmth in the sunset, unwilling to separate the difficult to give up, just want to grasp, that kind of emotional eternity.
Looking, the warm sunflowers, the sea of flowers that spread into it, Ren, the breeze blowing on the face and hair, at this time, the soul is the most peaceful, it is desireless and desireless. The kind of relaxation that soothes the body and mind, and puts yourself in the most primitive touch. Year after year, sunflowers, bathed in the sun, blooming brightly in the sun.
Fell in love with the sunflower, but also in love with the sun. The sun that gives us light and warmth, chasing its footsteps, is the most profound touch in our lives. We look up at the sun with all our emotions, because the sun rises every day, and we are still happy.
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