Talking about lavender

I quietly looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and the sky was very blue. Looking down at your feet, there is a beautiful lavender field. Looking at lavender, tears gradually blurred my eyes. Yes, I admit that I thought of him. He laughs like lavender.

At present, it is lavender. I don't want to look into my eyes, it will only make me sad.

Waiting is the first aging in life.

It is a kind of worry that is getting thinner and thinner.

Before holding it, it was inexplicable sadness.

This is a feast that will never end in memory.

You can't drink, you can't drink, you have to fight it.

I'm loaded.

Will waiting for lavender bring happiness?

How many people are willing to wait like lavender?

Cherry blossoms:

In those days, the wind blew and it was cool. The cherry blossoms are half-glazed and the green leaves are still covered. Cherry blossoms are half drunk and stay fragrant for a long time. They went with the wind, danced lightly, and their fragrance faded away, as if a graceful beauty was wearing a pink light skirt and left a shadow. It's romantic and beautiful, flowers dance with people, and people are intoxicated in the wind. When the cherry blossoms are in full bloom, I think of you, and there is no reason or reason to miss you. Suddenly, sitting in the car, staring blankly at the scenery outside the window, and then thinking of you; When cherry blossoms bloom, they will also fall, like snow. I love you when the cherry blossoms are in full bloom. When the cherry blossoms fall, I know I still love you. If you really want to ask me why I love you, it's only because the cherry blossoms are in bloom. As for whether you are satisfied with this answer, I think I can only smile.

Rose: The sadness of falling stretched a line of clear tears, and I looked back gracefully for thousands of times. A touch of elegant lotus fragrance was drunk among the flowers and brushed my shoulders countless times. I've known you for too long, but I forget where I come from. You are like a speck falling in your eyes, stinging your heartstrings and wetting the buds of your thoughts. Gently twist a wisp of acacia, sing a romantic within reach, and warm a relationship. Fragrant roses stretch the love of past lives, the chords in the wind, and the love of time and space. Looking at each other silently, looking at the horizon, time is shallow, crossing the cape. The gentle wind is thinking of you, and Valentine's Day is covered with flowers. Do you touch the thoughts from time and space? Things have changed, and I have loved them all my life.

Piece together a piece of text, twist out a piece of past events, the lost ones spread in the depths of memory, and the superimposed thoughts add color to the love in the dream. . . .

If it's not the first time you meet, you won't know how to cherish it, but when you meet, the pain of shoulder to shoulder ripples in your heart. Some thoughts don't need to be said. If you condense a word, vines can meet and smile lightly around the heart wall, which is enough to satisfy the fragrance of happiness. The tenderness of flowers is light and clear. Winding, continuously tied in the midnight dream.