Love Phalaenopsis orchids, like her character, like her aroma, like her posture. All these years, she always stepped on the beat, in the waxing moon, my birthday, gave me spring surprises, the whole spring she smiled at me, smiled so brightly, so warmly. Sometimes it's until the summer of laughter and the crown of the hundred days red. It is still emerald green and fat leaves, accompanying me from summer to autumn, and then drawing arrows
Xiulei, in the waxing moon, on that day, blossomed again.
The pride of Phalaenopsis orchid is the joy of experiencing the cold and bitterness of winter and spring, the unspeakable persistence of the brilliant flowers in summer, and the tenacity of hanging on the autumn frost to nurture life.
This late spring is a bit of a rush, only one flower remains, and the last small poem, together with five. A section on it! The last pride, the last look back. Can go through the hundred days of red, not to live up to the spring wind.
Laugh at the 100 days of winter and spring,
The 100%-1000-1988
Lan Wish Butterfly flew away,
And look at the Kao Dance dream.
One point number Ice heart like orchid