all things in this season of eager eager to stage, no longer hold. The world all seem to float up, no longer sit
has. Even the trees were tense up, without a moment's rest sucking dew and the sun, every day, don't know how to put their own peace of mind.
the flowers are unable to bear a young heart, fight fragrancly red and purple, the Eight Immortals crossing the sea the exhibition show pose. The wind is not idle, over a ring of
, the last circle around, from time to time and fly a deep red, deflect a curtain of twigs hemp waist, moreover feishazoudan, really domineering
. And the rain quietly cold attack, wandered flickering, I do not know how the flowers of the beauty, abruptly put flowers and
branches separately, the tears dye a desolation. Ginkgo tree this ancient plants also not hesitate, quickly extended small fan, and Green fan dance, the green
magic, became only a vivid green butterfly, stand in the limelight, looked very proud. Purple iris come up mouth, a disdain for
look, as if to say what the butterfly, I have the mysterious blue purple, my flower is the flower of the butterfly.
