Author: Miao Sister

petal

The sun is shining in Hangzhou, and the rain is pouring in Hengdian.

The sun rises in the east and it rains in the west, which is ruthless but affectionate.

It is said that the sun shines on a petal, and the dew is saturated but it is still difficult to drip. The pink petals are like Lu Bu riding a red rabbit, crystal full. The red rabbit horse is just a war horse turned into a tear by Lu Bu, and the war horse is as beautiful as the moonlight. The dew hit Lu Bu's robe, and Lu Bu was another lovely petal.

The rain was slightly colored, and a must-have breeze blew first, and the corners of the girl's tender mouth were blown cold, and the small petals with a radius of three millimeters flew on the girl's lips, and she didn't pay attention to it. Standing quietly in the wind leaning against his suitcase. Holding a piece of paper in his hand, the white paper has something unknowable written inside. Love letter or weather forecast. Or station information or martial arts cheats, unknown.

The hot pot in the middle of the petals is boiling, and the girl holds it with chopsticks while cocking her cute long tail while eating. A slight wag of the tail is a sign of deliciousness. The girl bit down a piece of tofu from her mouth, and then picked up a large piece of bread. The hot pot is served with bread, which is soft and refreshing. After a leisurely afternoon, the girl was afraid of being seen by anyone. With each bite, he turned around and covered his back with the petals, and the pedestrians knew nothing like fools. Girls love dresses with lace trim lines, and today it's a blue one. The skirt is soft and the petals sway in the breeze.

At night, when the moonlight is hazy, the petals are the most beautiful. The breeze swayed, one piece and two pieces moved slightly. The third film suddenly followed the fun. Stopped, the third petal pulled out of the wind and flew out with the wind to the right. The petals are flying in the air, through the silence of the black night, skipping a dandelion, flying over the grass, and slowly hitting a fragrant yellow and black soil. Ethereal landing, gentle for a lifetime, ten thousand people are invincible.

The luxurious humidity rose from the cold on the earth, and the fog-like moisture slowly hit the dead petals, and Chu Chu looked like a news network had been cut off. In the screen, Zilazila is in pain, and he can't see the host's face clearly.

The petals are gradually blooming, and this is a new one. Another flower of the same flower. Just like human memory, memory is like petals, some will wither, and even if it is kept, it will not last long. If there are no new petals, the memories of the past will surely wither and become short-lived. In winter, it will be sealed in the snow and ice, and the snowflakes will fall and pick up a petal, and the snowflakes will turn into ice foxes and fly away.

The snow-capped fox quietly reached the top of the snow-capped mountain following the traces and scents of the snow-capped mountains. The petals in the mouth wrote his love record, and the fox buried the petals in a small crack on a boulder on the top of the snowy mountain, and a hot hand stretched out from the small meeting to live a hot girl inside. But he was already white-headed, with his back hunched and on crutches. Only the face is a girl.,The skin is also very good.,Presumably it's a lot of age but maintains a youthful face and temperament.。 The old grandmother will keep the secret for the snow fox, and the snow fox firmly believes it. Disappeared into the vast snow-capped mountains. A blue light flashed, and there was no place to see the light. The ground is white and black, and it is cold to the bone.

Pedestrians hurried to the garden to cool off, and new petals sprouted on the branches. The little girl who ate hot pot on the petals last spring has now disappeared. The snow fox in winter doesn't know if it's good or bad. The petals sparkle like jade under the street lamp, feeling the approach of the light molecules, and the petals give a response. Different flowers have different characteristics of sluggishness and sensitivity, daffodils are sensitive to temperature, followed by light; Sunflowers are sensitive to light, followed by temperature. Humidity, temperature, light, moisture, different flowers have their own sluggish or sensitive responses.

The grandfather who was enjoying the shade in the distance was slapping mosquitoes with a fan next to him, and a firefly flew on the petals of a flower nearby. Fireflies leave a blue light on their tails as they pass by. Inch by inch, the light illuminates the stripes of the petals, which are distinct, like human fingerprints. Pink and pink flowers were especially lush tonight, with seven or eight powder-blue flowers and a dozen or so pink flowers intertwined against each other. The pink flowers go well with the rain. A cool breeze blows on the face.

Suddenly, it began to drizzle. The clouds, which had been clear just now, were now blowing a strong wind and turning into a light rain. The people who walked home one after another, and the uncle in the white horse coat was not much wet, but filled the summer heat with a touch of coolness.

The wine I drank last night was poured on the petals today, and both the flowers and the children were drunk. The children drink by themselves while feeding the flowers and drinking. The delicate flower fell to the ground and slowly grew larger, and she actually became a delicate and soothing little woman. When the woman saw that the child was drunk and fell to the ground, she threw piles of flower petals from her sleeve. The petals of the flowers were sprinkled into the air and fell on the boy to warm and cover him. The boy looked at the woman with the petals in his drunken eyes, felt that he was dreaming, and closed his eyes and fell asleep.

When I woke up the next day, I was in the garden, but I still had three or four petals on my body. The woman who sprinkled the flowers was long gone.

The petals woke up and fell into the palace, and the king made it the goddess of flowers. The petals are unbearable for this responsibility, and they do not accept it. The king sent 3,000 wagons to escort it back. The petals bloom in the silent wind of spring, and the soft petals sway in the wind. A little white milk dog ran up and licked a petal, but he couldn't reach it. The puppy was very anxious to spin around below, and after all, he couldn't reach it with all his strength, and slipped away.

The moon rises again. The moonlight shines on the petals, flickering and cold. There will be a frog concert on the petals tonight, and the frog will stand on the petals and sing a strange song, which exhales from the frog's throat and feels like a ham sausage rolling down a slide in the park. The petals are vaguely swirling from the wind, the quiet and indifferent light is the petal's good friend, the light sprinkled on the petals is like a summer dancer fanning the fan swaying in the breeze, although the fan is not very cool, but it is very cute and moving.

At three o'clock in the morning, the frog had already gone to sleep. Only a shadow petal in the moonlight remained. The petals were still laughing, and suddenly tears fell. Fall along the edge of the petal to the end of the petal. It only fell into the ground and melted in a split second. The hot tears and cold mud are very compatible.