Raising flowers not only raises eyes, but also cultivates sentiment. Many people love flowers, but they don't know how to protect them. Some people like flowers, but they dare not plant them because they are afraid to see them wither. ...

People here planted 5000 roses in a garden, but they couldn't find what they wanted.

You don't want to grow flowers. You said, I don't want to see it, a little rotten. Yes, in order to avoid the end, you avoided the beginning.

Don't forget to blossom, that's your innate dream when you were a seed.

The dream is full of flowers, and this feeling is not over and unforgettable. Although the string is broken, the song is still young.

I only wish for the afterlife, but I am just a stranger who enjoys flowers. I don't need to get involved in the dust. I just walked on the road of strangers and saw a bunch of flowers, without love and harm.

At the moment when you don't pay attention, there is always someone watching you quietly and gently from beginning to end.

Enjoy the warmth in time and forget to bloom in time.

The lotus leaf in the pond looks like a colorful sail on the blue waves from a distance, which is really beautiful.

Dianthus sticks its head out from the messy weeds. Their pink smiling faces are really beautiful!

In the flowering season, white, purple, pink and pink are all beautiful.

I like the upright character of chrysanthemum, praise its fearlessness to the cold, and appreciate its spirit of blooming against the wind and snow. Dare to bloom, dare to fight the wind and frost, and its courage deeply impressed me.

My rose, an ordinary passer-by thinks she is just like you. However, one of her flowers is more important than all of you because I watered her. Because I put her in a flowerpot. Because I protected her with a screen. Because I killed the caterpillar on her. Because I have heard her resentment and pride, and sometimes I even heard her silence. Because she is my rose.