Meet, the blue of the rain, and the colorful of the mystery. -- Inscription

The clouds in front of me were red, but I was alone in the crowd, passing through a dark glass, and my eyes met the innate beauty of lavender.

It was a delicately decorated florist, with a dazzling array of flowers, but I was only attracted to it - lavender. There is a bubble tea shop next to it, and after ordering a cup, I sit quietly on a chair and watch the beauty. When the wind gently swings the skirt, it rolls up a table of flowers, slowly drives into the nostrils, hitting the softness of the heart, the afterglow of the sunset shines over, and it happens to be reflected on the lavender, just like a beauty putting on a wedding dress, her face is beautiful and clear, her eyebrows are clear, her purple hair is long, and the mysterious beauty is indescribable, as if the unattainable fairy is even more intoxicating.

The eyes are blurred, and the hearts are met. Reveratively, the blue that came after the rain, the colorful seven-colored bridge passed through, and the endless lavender was like ripples in the lake, rippling and rippling in the crowded aroma in the wind neatly and melodiously, so intoxicating and fascinating. The fragrance of flowers in the sky is permeating, under the sky dome, a fragrance, petals in the air unscrupulously shuttling and colliding, followed by the fairy coincidentally descended to the mortal, floating in the sea of flowers, the charming mist, the lost bursts of thought, just like a sentence, "When we return to the depths of the heart, in the blue silence, I am a merman, and I will still shed tears for you." ”

The flowers are lost in the four seasons, but the infatuation is also slowly coming back to their senses, the sun is still the same, but it has changed from golden to orange, and the sunset returns to the mountain, floating a trace of dust.

At this moment, an old woman came to the flower shop and looked around at the flowers, the owner of the shopkeeper, a beautiful sister, who patiently introduced the flowers to the old woman. The old woman finally fell in love with the large cluster of lavender, and after two strokes, the old woman actually wanted to pack all the lavender!

It's not that I'm smart, it's that I saw that sister just pick up all the lavender!

Soon, the lavender was wrapped, the quiet blue wrapping paper, the somewhat playful pink ribbon wrapping, and the purple moire underneath, everything seemed very harmonious. But I think these packages have destroyed the quiet and peaceful beauty of lavender itself, but looking at the old woman's face full of joy, I'm afraid that my son is getting married!

Imagine a couple in a sea of lavender flowers all over the ground, leading to the sacred and pure auditorium that plays Sanskrit sounds, it is so romantic, I wish happiness.

The milk tea in my hand was sucked off by me for the last sip, the night was closed, the lights were bright, and it was going to be lively again! It's time to go home.

Walking towards home, I can't forget the lavender and rainbow just now in my mind, step by step, the fiery "Little Apple" and the footsteps of a group of aunts sounded in the distance.

I looked at the distant sky, and I let out a momentary feeling:

The beauty of life often requires quiet waiting.