What kind of flowers are what you want in your heart, just as you said the feeling of drinking, everything is upside down, I don't understand why everything is so fascinating, I can't give up and put it aside, perhaps, a lot of hot things are in your gentle as water eyes into my warmest thoughts.
That May afternoon, in a grove of fine leaves, the red of the opening, like your rambling mood, brightened the afternoon sun; the rustle of the breeze skimming the treetops mixed with the little sunlight that leaked between the leaves, one by one, forced your silver bell-like laughter into the background of memory, confusing the flow of our eyes; the pomegranate flowers, bursting out a little red, a little bit of warmth, and hitting my flying heart in ignorance; I lay on the grass, not daring to look at your youthful eyes, like the shadows of the clouds floating outside the woods Pretend to be thoughtful and watch the fish swimming in the stream and the whirlpool swung by the fish. In this way, we unexpectedly encountered the woods in the depths of a party's soul, and were slowly flowed by the babbling river that did not dry up the heartland, warmly nourishing those brilliant pomegranate flowers, and making the changes of life warm and warm to have more reverie.
Maybe the encounter is beautiful, and even more beautiful, but it is the heart of the encounter. Without any psychological preparation, but with some uneasy expectations, in this kind of if there is no emotion, the years make youth shine again and again into the brilliant May sun and the pomegranate flowers under the sun, and then reduce you to a fine petal of flower powder, red and red printed in my heart socket, lonely forced to retreat.
(Original: Chengdu Autumn Water Long Day; Personal Public Account: Flowing Water Boat; Picture: From the Internet - Invasion and Deletion)