The beauty of the world is like a woman's flowers, they are blooming between the prosperity and silence of the world, swaying and shining, whispering the richness and temperature of life.
Women's flowers, like the rising sun when they are budding, delicate and dripping, ignorant and full of expectations. That pure breath, like the earth moistened by spring rain, grows quietly, and the faint fragrance permeates the corners of the years, pregnant with endless possibilities.
Women's flowers, when in full bloom, are like lotus flowers in the lotus pond in summer, graceful and gorgeous, with all kinds of styles. Charming or dignified, subtle or unrestrained, they each show different charms and styles, like lyrical poems, telling the colorful states of life and emotions.
Women's flowers, when they wither, are like autumn water and the sky is the same color, deep and quiet. Although the years have left traces on their faces, the wisdom and elegance precipitated by those years, like the lakes and mountains reflected in the sunset, are more quiet and charming, making people awe and yearning.
Women's flowers, some born in rich families, warm as jade, some rooted in poor soil, tough as a rock. Wherever they are, they shine with a unique light and make the world around them more vivid and colorful because of their presence.
The woman's flower, as soft as water and as tough as a stone, is not only the warm embrace of the mother, but also the affectionate gaze of the lover. On the stage of life, no matter what role they play, they can deduce the joys and sorrows of the world with sincere and sincere emotions, and paint a moving picture.
So we understand that women's flowers are not only a beautiful landscape in nature, but also a treasure of human society, they use their lives to interpret the philosophy of love and love, pay and harvest, and become the most moving and gorgeous scenery in the world.