#春日生活打卡季 #
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I heard that the flower language of safflower sorrel grass is lucky.
I often see her, the stars are dotted, and every flower is full of innocent and romantic beauty.
The little flowers are like the eyes of a young child, looking for their stars in the grass.
And like you and me in the dust, even if the light is as faint as a firefly, we strive to reunite our happiness.
Today I only lingered for a while next to the safflower sorrel, and I sensed the power of luck, even if it was small, but also tenacious.
The world seemed to brighten up in an instant. When I got home, I was occasionally surprised: the world was really brighter.
Today, while seeing the safflower sorrel grass, I also saw the small orchid that I liked especially when I was a child, and the flowers are smaller than the grains of rice. I don't know what her name is, but I really like her because she is wild, free, and elegant and beautiful. I also wanted to pick some to go home, but her flowers were too small and the branches were too thin, so she grabbed a handful and held it in the palm of her hand, and it was not conspicuous.
This smaller flower, I don't know yet.