On that day, my mother bought many flowers, including bright red carnations, purple forget-me-not, hyacinthus orientalis and other wind chimes ... I immediately fell in love with that flawless bouquet of perfume lilies.
I put them in crystal clear glass vases and put them on sunny windowsills. Lilies are bathed in sunshine and swaying in the wind. Delicate petals, beautiful form, like a dancing fairy, noble and elegant, graceful. Perfume lily is the queen of lilies. There are no spots on the white petals, but those budding flower bones hang their heads shyly, as if a shy girl were hiding her face and smiling.
I couldn't help but put my head close to them, and a fragrant smell came to my nose. Light, sweet, as if nothing had happened, not as rich as roses, but refreshing, with a refreshing, elegant, elegant and lasting fragrance.
I remembered a legend about lily: in a distant grand canyon, a lily seed fell into the weeds and took root there, but all the weeds thought it was the same kind, so when it grew a bud, the weeds laughed at it, and lily silently endured it, because it believed that beautiful flowers would bloom one day.
Finally, it ushered in the most important moment in its life: it bloomed in the canyon and in the grass, and it proved its value and significance. Weeds think that the dew on lily petals is water mist, and only lily knows that it is crying with joy, so people call it Lily Valley.
What a beautiful legend! Lily has no luxurious colors and rich fragrance, but it touches people's hearts with pure and flawless character and unswerving pursuit.
I like beautiful lilies.