Swimming in the sea of flowers is waiting for your composition.

Let me smell flowers everywhere. Take you near the lush, see the morning dew bathed in green, count the flowers everywhere, and the petals are not restrained at all. They are flourishing, like traveling. They are more beautiful than one, more charming than one, so low that they can be picked in one hand. Make a wreath and put it on your head. Amusing myself among the flowers everywhere, I stretched my arms easily, kissed the shy face of the wind, wandered in the sea of flowers, and spent the cycle of the four seasons leisurely.

Lend me a breeze. Take you to a bright future and bathe in the sunshine. I like to stroke the willows and close my eyes quietly. Dear, listen, this is the figure of the flower sea coming to you gently. Lift up the intoxicating lovesickness, send a piece to the moon to make clothes, and send a wisp to the sun to make wedding clothes.

Alone in the quiet embrace of nature, there is no noise, no flattery, and no fear and hesitation of wasting time. Ferry in the sea of flowers, every grain is a transparent crystal. Let's see each other better. You can see my existence, and I can feel your enthusiasm. Life gives us black wings, but we use them to find light.

I remember when I was a child, the pond outside the village was full of colorful wild flowers in summer. Shan Ye's photo frame is decorated with small blue morning glory, yellow dandelion, red azaleas and pink flowers. This sea of flowers is full of happy tears, which really touched me. My friends and I came here hand in hand, watching every little flower dancing and swaying in the wind. We weave all kinds of flowers into a beautiful flower basket, which is full of morning glory, azaleas and wild chrysanthemums ... Tired of playing, we lie in the sea of flowers and quietly look at the white clouds floating in the sky, eager to grow up and grow taller quickly until we become ourselves in our dreams. The little friend blew away the dandelion seeds with his mouth. They are like little paratroopers, flying freely and everywhere. I really want to be a dandelion wandering around the world, spreading my love to the world and my heart to the future. The quiet village seems to be a forgotten corner, but this flower sea is flourishing year by year, as if waiting for me to visit and watch. It's a pity that I haven't seen this flower sea for many years. Still like a child? Until that autumn, when I came here through the path, things had passed away and flowers were everywhere, which made people feel distressed. I haven't seen you for years, but I didn't expect to have withered when I came, and my hair was dyed white by autumn frost. My in the mind very sour, can't help but think of Li Shangyin's "fallen petal":

Visitors to the High Court have been competing to leave; The spring flowers in the small garden are dancing in the wind.

Winding along my winding path, all the way to spring.

My heart is too small to sweep away the fallen flowers; Looking forward to spring, but returning in a hurry.

Flower lovers who love flowers will naturally blame spring for leaving too early; When spring comes to an end, flowers and flowers only shed tears.

Yes, when the wind and frost of the years beat my heart haggard and dragged my heavy body back to the fertile soil of my hometown, I thought it was easy to take root in my hometown and I couldn't stand falling any more. However, my young heart can't bear to live so humble. It tells me that the road is at the foot, the goal of life is far from being realized, and everything in my hometown can only be deeply branded in my childhood memory.

By chance, I came to Jinchang Zijinhua Sea. Here, there are many tourists who come here to enjoy the flowers. I saw many pale blue flowers blooming in violets, as clear as children's eyes. Before it blooms, a few delicate petals are shyly curled up around its wet heart, and two or three crystal dewdrops are shining on the flowers. Many young people crowded among the flowers and posed in different poses for photographers to take pictures.

At noon, in the huge rose garden, the blooming roses give people a feeling of no spirit. Like a woman with long hair, she looks frivolous and vulgar. I am a woman who likes roses very much, but when I see such a scene, I feel less like it and more lonely. All kinds of flowers bloom brilliantly, as if a colorful cloud had fallen from the sky, and as if several oil paintings had been unfolded. Flower beds are like works of art displayed in the fields for tourists to watch, play and enjoy the most beautiful gifts of nature.

Looking from a distance, the whole flower sea was immersed in the gentle sunshine, and an old man next to me caught my eye. He has been watering the flowers. He said that by noon, the more flowers need to drink enough water. In the afternoon, when the sun is blazing, transpiration will take away a lot of water, and the flowers will be hollowed out and have to be replenished with water. In his eyes, this flower sea is like his own child. He said, more like his lover. Because his love for flowers has never changed. Even when the flowers wither, after the beauty, they are bleak, without that charming face, only the shackles of the branches, with her full fruit, wither and wither in the north wind. No regrets. He said that a flower's life is extremely short. Although she blooms every year, it is her fruit that continues her life. Her beauty is only temporary, but in the eyes of those who love her, it is a gorgeous life.

He said that he had never left this flower sea for so many years, because there was his love here. He looks at the tourists who come to enjoy the flowers every day, either taking pictures here or playing in the sea of flowers. The ground was a mess after they left. Flowers were thrown around. He will help to dress the wounds of flowers and make scaffolds for them. What's it like to row a boat in the sea of flowers every day? I asked him. He said, only happiness, only permanent companionship. Because love has no aura, nor is it a sweet deception. He and his wife have been running this flower sea for many years. His wife likes every kind of flower here very much and gives it a name. But not long ago, she left alone because she had lung cancer.

There are some blue, purple, yellow and pink wildflowers in the grass, which are laid under the noble tulips like an irregular carpet. Tulips bloom like bundles of small flames. He caressed Ziya gently, and his eyes were full of tenderness. He said his wife's name was Jin Xiang. She is a beautiful and kind woman with a charming smile. As beautiful and charming as tulips. In addition to working hard during the day, at night, he wandered in the sea of flowers in the moonlight, listening to the flowers and the breeze. Look at the night covering the earth and the moonlight casting its afterglow. She will appear in the sea of flowers and come to him gently with a smile. Before he could see her face clearly, he quickly disappeared into the whole sea of flowers. But that's all he needs, and that's enough. As long as he can see her every night, he is satisfied and happy.

Swimming in the sea of flowers, just waiting for you. So this is the best proof of love.

The hillside in the distance is green and full of colorful flowers, just like a large piece of jade inlaid with various gems.

Suddenly, I have a feeling of heartbreak. What is true love? I once loved someone deeply, but he never really loved me. Just use lies to perfuse my infatuation, and use deception to retain my sincerity. Finally, a person is still crying sadly, but has long forgotten who I am.

Last summer vacation, I went to Chengdu to visit a friend for many years. She settled in Chengdu. She suggested going to a beautiful valley and seeing begonia and Gesang flowers everywhere. Because she is a photographer. No matter where you go, the camera always hangs on your chest.

In the distance, among the glossy green leaves, thousands of peony flowers with big petals are sticking out, so red, each one is like a burning flame.

In the sunset, the brilliant red of Gesanghua sparkled in the eyes, as if it were bleeding from the window, which was beautiful.

We walked and talked. My friend was always choosing the right shooting location. She was very busy. There are not a few photographers who come here to collect the scenery. The land here is vast and sparsely populated, the valley is empty, and a river flows at the bottom. Divide the whole valley in two, much like a symmetrical watercress. Snow-white sheep grazing leisurely on the hillside, and the shepherd waved to us enthusiastically.

The wild rose blooms happily like a small red fruit. After a while, I picked a handful of wild flowers and prepared to take them home and put them in a vase. My friend said with a smile, the beauty of wild flowers lies in that vilen has given it a background. When you take it home, it is just a handful of dead branches and leaves. I don't believe it. I have to take it home. My friend has no choice but to obey me.

She pointed to a flower, Gesanghua, and told me that these are all Gesanghua planted by plane, and the real Gesanghua is on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. But it is also beautiful. Come here, I'll take some nice photos for you.

My friend is really good at taking pictures. A very simple figure, in her shot, is really charming. In the sunset, the slender figure was immersed in the beautiful sea of flowers.

The feet are covered with shoulder-high wildflowers, red, yellow, blue, white, purple and colorful, such as endless brocade, as dazzling as rosy clouds on the horizon, as gorgeous as high-altitude Changhong.

My friend said that she often comes here alone. She and her boyfriend agreed to travel around the world with their cameras on their backs. But he left without saying a word. Leaving only a photo of her in this valley. It happens to be a slender figure in the sunset.

My friend said that she had been waiting for three years. But he never came back. Once, she got a message from his good friend that he had gone abroad to see a doctor.

Magnolia gently swaying its bud, like an ivory incense burner, emitting a more elegant fragrance than the burning incense in the church. My friend is very close to Magnolia, and she seems to like the smell. She went on to say that he must also know that I am waiting for him in this flower sea until he comes back.

She is a spoony woman. I don't know if it ever occurred to her that the other party might have someone else in mind and forgotten her. Or he is really seriously ill and doesn't want to drag her down any more. How can a person who really loves you be willing to make you sad? How can I be willing to let you face a lonely life alone? How can you be willing to waste your youth in a long wait? I'm just an outsider. How can I understand their world? Li Qingzhao described such a particularly infatuated woman in "Huanxisha", and I feel that she is more like her. It's just that some people have gained love, and some people are doomed to regret it for life.

Embroidered hibiscus smiles. Duck wrapped in crab roe with fragrant cheeks. Oh, I don't know On the one hand, it is charming, on the other hand, it is charming and hateful to send you. The moon moves and the shadow comes back.

She faced the lonely valley with her camera on her back. Maybe their language will be more speculative. Know each other's voices better. I sat down and watched her take more photos. In every photo, there may be their stories, the life they haven't had time to realize.

The bunch of wild flowers inserted in the bottle, as my friend said, turned into dead branches and leaves the next day. But the quiet years are also a beautiful art. I wonder if she can wait for that long-awaited love with that slender figure in the sunset? And that beautiful sea of flowers has become a memory that will never fade.

Until one day, my friend sent a photo of himself swimming in the sea of flowers in the WeChat circle of friends, with a postscript: This life is only waiting for you. What a romantic background! Many of her photography works won the grand prize in the national photography competition. But I know that she has always been a lonely woman, and I hope her persistence can get a beautiful answer. The scenery here is unique, and your place is heaven.

I hope all the waiting will not be disappointed.