Headlines Secret: Headline Flower Photo Collection I love flowers I love flowers are innate in nature. I heard my mother say that there was a peach tree in front of my house, and I was born in February, and it was only a full moon in March, and it was the time of peach blossoms, because of me

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I love flowers

I am born with the nature of flowers. I heard my mother say that there was a peach tree in front of my house, I was born in February, March was only a full moon, just when the peach blossoms bloomed, because I had no milk to eat, hungry and crying, hugged to the peach tree, saw the peach tree flowers, closed my mouth and did not cry. I grew up to be able to speak, and I couldn't speak clearly, and I said flowers as "fα". According to my sister, I spelled her all day long to pick flowers for me, shouting in my mouth: "I want fαfα, I want fαfα"!

On both sides of a path to the west of my house, in April and May, there were rose-colored prickly pear blossoms, and when I was four or five years old, I used to pick the flowers and put them on my hair and show them around.

What I couldn't understand most was the time when I went to pick millet flowers during the Dragon Boat Festival when I was six years old and had a sharp pain in my stomach. I still feel incomprehensible to myself.

My family has a hill of terraces, at that time the spring seems to come late, the Dragon Boat Festival, only began to plant seedlings, my father shoveled the field and went home, left me at the edge of the field to watch the water, no one was there, the water will be dug up. The water of the ditch is from the east, and on the west side of the field is a high mound, on which grows a millet flower, which is a vine, and the millet flower is blooming, and it is like a white pearl embedded in the emerald green leaves, and one by one hangs upside down from the high hardness.

The weather was cold, I had no clothes to add, so I wore a single coat with barefoot board, I seemed to be sick, and my stomach was very cold. Can see that millet flower, no matter how painful it is, I also think of picking it down and taking it home, standing on the field, looking at the height, as if I can get it, but in the field, there is water in the field, the bottom is thin mud, people stand in it, sink into the mud, short and half cut, I look for a stick to pick, find a hook to hook, try my best to always reach. Originally, my stomach hurt, I soaked in cold water again, I fell completely ill, and after a week I got better, so I specially found a sickle to cut the small rice flower. But the fields were planted with seedlings, and the field was not dried by my father with thin mud, and I could not walk on it, so I could only stand on the east side of the ditch and look west at the small rice flowers that hung quietly upside down on the west embankment, and there was nothing I could do with it.

When I was seven years old, I went to the mountain to beg for pig grass and found a wild pink flower, which I dug home and planted it on the fence next to the road in front of my house, and the flowering vines hung all over the wall. Everyone who comes to my house praises the beautiful aroma of my flowers.

When I was in middle school, I picked up some "orogenic stones" to pile up rockeries on my desk, and put some inconspicuous small flowers on them, and when I was in Chinese class, I listened to the teacher's lectures while observing my flower mountain, which made me feel infinitely beautiful

Reverie. It was as if I was living in the mountain of flowers, enjoying an infinitely beautiful life, with birds and flowers in all seasons.

My Chinese teacher was very well-versed, perhaps because I was often praised for my compositions, and never interfered with my eyes on the flower mountain I had built.

A person's love for something, I think, may be innate, never change, my love for flowers has not changed from childhood to adulthood. Even today, I still love all kinds of flowers, no matter how big or small, bright and elegant, I love. In my home, on the balcony, on the windowsill, there are always flowers blooming in all seasons, and they bloom out of season, such as spring orchids blooming in spring and summer, chrysanthemums that bloom in autumn, bloom in spring, and bloom in summer! I don't know if my love touched them or huang chao really for the Qing Emperor? The Qing Emperor is the god of flowers, and he calls flowers to bloom whenever they want. [Teeth] [Teeth] [Teeth]