Not only that, but hyacinths are actually a very special flower. After its flowering period, if it wants to bloom again, it must cut off the flowers that were about to wither. Only in this way can it bloom again. It's cruel, but it's also helpless, which also reflects the meaning of its flower language "if it ignites the fire of life". It is only by abandoning the useless, dying mutilated life that it will gain the hope of rebirth, that is, according to the meaning of the second half of its flowery language, "you can enjoy a rich life together". The past has been abandoned, but it does not mean that it will disappear, its soul, its spirit, is still there. What is gone is only its withering body, and the rest is nothing more, nothing more. When the flowering period is approaching, it is the appearance of a lamp that has run out of oil, and it knows that its fate can only be cut off. Fortunately, it may have fallen into the soil and gradually mixed with it. Gradually, it became a nutrient for the growth of its new life. It can be regarded as making the best use of things, and before it is about to disappear in this world, it can still play the role that it has left, and what little it remains. For it, it has become a kind of relief, as well as a hint of fulfillment. If it is a remnant flower with a little less luck, the fate that awaits it is wanton and discarded, without the slightest pity. It can only be repented and trampled on. In the end, he just died quietly in a dark and cramped corner.

This is the ultimate tragic fate of these remnants, but they have no regrets, no complaints, and no self-pity and self-pity. They are still in full bloom, and they are blooming brightly, and they are blooming beautifully, and they are blooming in an incomparably brilliant appearance. There is no flower that is depressed, a narrow style that does not bloom and does not take care of itself. Even if the hyacinth is facing the consumption of life, from the moment it is born, from the moment it sprouts, it knows that it will face the end in such a cruel form. However, it can choose how it wants to spend its short life, and it uses its most gorgeous posture to meet each day in the future, waiting for its inevitable death. But they are beautiful, from beginning to end, from birth to nothing, in this process, they have always been bright and beautiful. The branches of hyacinths, open and cut, cut and bloom, they are fearless, even in the last moments, it is still easy to face. Because they know that even if they are gone, they will be annihilated. However, because of this, a new life will be ushered in to inherit his own death, and that new life will bloom again in the world along with the soul that has gone away. After that, there was another loss of life, but what followed was a continuation of life. In this way, over and over again, over and over again, without stopping.

And all kinds of this cycle have become the meaning of another flower language of hyacinth, which is the love of rebirth, the meaning of forgetting the sadness of the past and starting a new love. It is enough to give people a sense of prosperity, full of hope, and a sense of longing for the future.

"If you want to have no secrets, you must first have a kind heart." Nan Nan didn't think she was saying this sentence, this is the flower language of the pale green letter. She looked at the white jasmine gently playing with the pale green hyacinth, one person and one flower, which was simply a natural soft appearance. Moreover, the breath and temperament of the two are very similar. It's a faint, a little cold, a little indifferent, and a little alienated. These feelings are intertwined, but they are all only a little bit of style, and there is no one that is particularly prominent, which is particularly intense. The temperament exuded by the flower is not intense, not choking, like a very light floral fragrance, lingering and not tightly surrounded by a clump. It is a feeling of being as if there is nothing, and it is far and near. But at the same time, both of them add a touch of mystery. It was as if she was secretly guarding some secret, and she couldn't give it to anyone easily, so she had to stick to it alone, digest it, and merge it with her body and mind. But only in this way can this secret be completely buried. This may be one of the reasons why she can't easily take the opportunity in her heart and be afraid. It turns out that sometimes, she is also a desert.

After Nan Nan whispered this, she quietly watched Bai Jasmine's every move through the glass door, and she looked stunned again. White Jasmine still maintains the same movements as before, one hand twisting lightly on the flower, the other resting on her bent knee. It's still staring, it's in a daze, and I don't know what kind of thing I'm thinking. Bai Jasmine was obviously expressionless, but when Nan Nan saw it, she was very sad and sad in her heart. Nan Nan was drawn by the breath emanating from the white jasmine, it was a pain, but it was very silent, it was silent, but it was heavy. It's like drowning in the deep sea, surrounded by water, and you can't hear a sound. The body was already soaked, limp and weak, unable to struggle at all. In fact, there is no desire to survive, so I have to keep falling and sinking. This kind of pain is too silent, it doesn't have a heart-rending outburst, but it is more difficult than that. Nan Nan was led and felt that the white jasmine and the pain had gradually blended together, becoming a part of her body, and even penetrating her blood. Moreover, it is silently, unconsciously, and endlessly. It's so thick that it can't be completely hidden.

Nan Nan vaguely felt the pain on Bai Jasmine, she could empathize and feel nostalgic, but there was no way to replace it, there was no way to completely complete the perception of the book. Nan Nan felt a breath of qi blocking her chest, unable to surge, only to rise. She had the illusion that her breasts had been filled and swollen, making it difficult for her to breathe. Nan Nan's chest cavity had no extra space for her oxygen to inhale, so she had to take a deep breath desperately, and her body followed suit. Nan Nan listened to the sound of her own heavy breathing, which continued to fill her ears, but her heart became more and more sad. She suddenly wanted to cry, and at this moment, right here, she began to cry without hesitation. Her heart was too aggrieved and uncomfortable, but she couldn't alleviate it. It can only be alleviated by this way of emotional catharsis. Nan Nan's heartache was her own heartache, but it was heartache for Jasmine. This is another resonance, suddenly, but this time, only Nan Nan is alone and silently bearing.

Nan Nan looked at Bai Jasmine, even though there was always an aura of alienation from her, but this could not hinder Nan Nan's strong desire to get closer. She wanted to hold the white jasmine in her cup, and wanted to be silent and accompany her without making any movements, so as to heal. This kind of desire and impulse continued to breed and spread in Nan Nan's heart, and it was accumulating more and more, gathering more and more intensely, and at this time, it was filling every corner of her body without stopping, and even every cell refused to let go. Just when this violent emotion is constantly growing to the point where there is nowhere to put it, it is about to explode, and it is the time when the persecuted Nan Nan has to do it. She saw Bai Jasmine's body tremble slightly, and the flowers in Shi's hand trembled unconsciously with it. Bai Jasmine's hand rubbing the flower was put down, naturally hanging on the ground, she seemed to notice something, and her eyes returned to a state of blazing energy, and quickly fluttered twice. Jasmine moved her body slowly, not standing up, still crouching, she just twisted half of her body, and at the same time turned her face sideways. The direction she was looking at was the glass door, and it was also the direction where Nan Nan was standing.

But when Bai Jasmine turned her head completely, before that, Nan Nan had already turned her back in a panic and fled with her feet. When Nan Nan saw that Bai Jasmine was trembling, she was startled, and the strong desire in her heart was stirred up and scattered, and even disappeared. But her heart was so frightened that it beat violently, even in her throat and eyes, there was a feeling of rapid heartbeat, which made her oral vocal cords tremble. Including the temples on both sides of Nannan, it was also the same, it was slamming suddenly, and the skin on both sides of her was stinging. And all that surrounded her ears was the sound of her heart and temples beating. Due to the confusion of the brain and some chaotic reasons, this fast and fierce trembling sound is particularly loud. There was only one kind of sound in Nan Nan's head, as if she couldn't hear anything else.

Nan Nan was also in a hurry because of such nervousness, but her body's reaction speed was much faster, and she subconsciously chose to avoid Bai Jasmine. Therefore, Nan Nan also took the first step to turn around and hurriedly walked away. It was clear that just now there was still an urgent desire to get close to him. But at this time, all of them are gone, they are completely gone, as if they never came into being. Nan Nan could only feel a panicked feeling in her heart at this time, and it was just a moment, and the desire in her heart instantly became an escape. Nan Nan was extremely reluctant to face Bai Jasmine, and she no longer wanted to stare at her. Nan Nan has an intuition that from the moment she meets Bai Jasmine, her life may be about to change dramatically. And this kind of change is very likely to have great consequences. Therefore, in her subconscious, under her subconscious reaction, Nan Nan chose to dodge and avoid any contact with Bai Jasmine. Even if it's just visual, if you don't have any words with it, you have to reject it and avoid it.