gardenia

The world, every one, mass.

Flowers and flower, leaf gap exists between the wind blow gently, swaying and the blue of the sky, and thought about the deep earth; every one to whisper

Have a warm between people, the emotions in fine water often flow, washing the clear mind gobi desert, gently against human feelings, germinating buckle

SuBai fragrant gardenias, qing cui rich green leaves hold chairs. In the early morning HanMeng wake up, pure and fresh and clever water jump in between leaves underside. Drop in the moment of soil, greedily sucking the gardenia the smell of flowers, an indifferent to the memory of the heart and clear in a dreamy gently called. Jiangnan corner of the ancient town, continuous drizzle, filar silk sash sash, tilting ground sprinkles in between heaven and earth, with a strong jiangnan fine wan breath. The aroma of simple but elegant gardenia indifferent to the by storm. Such as bathing beauties on the body joss-stick, expensive and not charming.

I have knowledge of the flower, gardenia is the most temperamental. It is dignified and not inflexible, beautiful but unflashy, gentle and not charm, a born beauty but not explicit bold and unrestrained. Gardenia petals numerous promote but in a rank, the petals of the lines and grains show us because like pole a not the graceful girl, green yu to drip leaves woman.she the branches to blunt, no yisiyihao's meticulous with artificial.

Enjoy flower, love flowers, pity flowers. But the quietly elegant of gardenia calm temperament but couldn't help like, and with "flower KanShe straight must fold, don't stay no flower empty words encourage the branch" fold, fold down with blue one couldn't help but leaves flowers. Keep in the water, the flower is can not live without water, drops of dew in healthy petals on, in the heart of a depressive breath out but turns to open. Again with gardenias down to the bedside, in dream and flowers total sleep, refreshed, endless joy in the heart. The night the dream of low wind, rain with fragrance into the night. Early in the morning, but lose all dream spent yesterday brilliance. The long petals, dry and weakness, already into the pages of history. Heart grievous unceasingly, holding flowers, like a holding over the death of a child. Left also not be, and also not be, a little want to cry.

A few days on the full gardenia petals, floating it reminds me of one word: bodies accumulation.

A season in the past, the wind also changed direction.

The pure white gardenia, and with the wind and winding down, so easily.

Then QiChu moving and beautiful things, not the change of the four seasons against.