The flowers bloomed all over the city, but also pouring heart, butterflies fluttering in the flowers, such a beautiful scene, let me indulge in the time in the summer blossoms, sitting in a beautiful flowers, feel the fragrance, smell the fragrance, pen, the fragrance of ink, speed writing the heart of the flowers.
The gentle wind blew, the fragrance of the nose, like a dream, placed in a sea of flowers, flowers around the shoulders, feel the birds and flowers, I just want to live up to this picturesque mood.
Every blossom in the time, are printed with deep love, red dust strangers, just want to accompany you quietly enjoy the flowers, do not say anything, as if to find the soul of the companion, in the sunshine and the fragrance of the flowers, lightly snuggled together.
The complicated world, blossoms and flowers, we all have to pay the most sincere feelings, in the years of half-summer blossoms, in the picturesque mood, never leave,
Blossoms and half-summer, there is always a flower, not for the fragrance, only for the fate of the open you, even if waiting for thousands of years, but also worth it, this world, only you can feel the heart of the flower. Flowers blossom, flowers bloom without words, flowers thank you without words, quietly open in the depths of the dust and smoke, not sad or happy.
Half-summer blossom, picturesque, memory as if back to the countryside that year on the road, the roadside, endless wildflowers, a clump, a cluster, crowded, a group of butterflies dancing between the flowers, the girl in the back of the flowers, the boy backpack waiting for the girl, the setting sun, the path is covered with golden yellow color fascinating color, the girl holding the boy's hand, together with the home.
Time passes, the flowers bloom half-summer, far away, you are in the place of flowers, is not it, still waiting for the little girl picking flowers.
Flowers bloom, deep in the memory, is the boy, a little, a drop, spell up the girl throughout the young carefree life,
Flowers bloom half-summer season, such as poetry and pictures, if you meet the boy, please tell him, I am in the blooming place picking flowers, if you meet the girl, tell her, the boy has been in the blooming place, waiting for her to go home.
The end of the sea corner, flowers bloom in the half-summer, blooming youthful years, a grain of sand, a flower, a painting, the petal rain falls, it is you and I reunited in the summer of that year.