You are the flower in my heart love prose

There is a kind of flower that you don't often see, but often think of; there is a kind of figure that you don't often see, but often surfaces.

When you are at home, you like a kind of flower. This flower is very ordinary, no noble origin, no proud smile, no fascinating aroma, but always welcome the sunshine blossom, absorbing rain and dew to grow. This kind of flower is our Hongshan Yingshanhong. In my opinion, she is a kind of ordinary but not ordinary flowers, in their body into a kind of tough spirit. I remember in the old days in the Shimen out of work, can often see her figure. Petite branches, bright red flowers, not pretentious, not artifice, fresh and natural, pure and beautiful.

The flowers, long in the mountains, but now someone transplanted her to the campus, and even more people transplanted her to the platform. Now, walking anywhere on campus, raise your eyes can see, I especially like to appreciate her when passing by. Because, people are fond of beautiful and wonderful things. The swaying flowers are mesmerizing, soothing and more compassionate.

There is a most beautiful expression in this world, I think that is this flower blooming smile, flower smile rooted in a good heart, in the smile overflowing with touching fragrance; as if the most loved one's smile, the most intoxicated, obsessed with, in love with ...... that is the warmth of love, love, love, love, unimpressed! The first time I saw this, it was a very good idea to go back to the beginning of my life.

The smile of the flowers is a clear water in the heart of the Buddha, bubbling streams, moisturizing the heart of the dry place, bringing a touch of warmth; flowers smile is like a round of the heart of the moon, clear and bright, not warm, shining on the whole earth, bringing people a wisp of moonlight love. For a long time, gradually produced a sentiment, that is lonely and lonely when a cup of tea; for a long time, gradually bred a nostalgia, that is the years of life. A landscape. For a long time, gradually full of lovesickness, that is y buried in the bottom of the heart a red bean.

Until one day, the flowers bloomed a smile, only to understand that love was originally like this. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new pair of shoes. The flower's smile, along with the heart of the miss, such as the water in the lake, cast a stone, stirred up the ripples.

Once, walking in the hometown ordinary ordinary, not wide, not narrow, not long, not short of the cement road; look up at the blue sky, floating clouds, idly kissed from the top of the building you and me; look down to see the roadside flowers, swaying with a soft posture, exuding a fascinating fragrance, moisturizing you and me the spleen, the feet of the cement pavement is not flat, but also with the sun's residual warmth, warming you and me! The concrete pavement under our feet is not flat, but still carries the warmth of the sun, warming our feet. Now, you and I can find that feeling again?

You are the flower in my heart, she recorded too many hazy life years, witnessed too many once had no regrets. Not all of the love each other have a perfect ending, but we tried, paid, experienced, have, even if the last is still bruised to leave. At least, we have cried, laughed, loved and hurt ...... in the end, even if we all enter the twilight. That flower's smiling face is also a kind of my expectation and waiting, even if it is the past, or the present, or the future ......