Water and flowers together, no date, just meet, no words, just cherish each other. The charm of flowers and the tenderness of water. In this season, the beauty reaches the acme. Seeing the petals from afar, I feel a little intoxicated.
Early summer, find a quiet environment. Recite a poem, recite an old paragraph, express a touch of feelings; Water has a mark, wild goose has a voice, deducing a period of time; Enjoy a cup of tea, listen to a song and seek a bosom friend.
When the early summer breeze swept the moon, blowing the treetops, the yard rose in full bloom. Flowers open in front of my window, wafting bursts of fragrance. Even the butterfly also stands still, the light flying is like a dream passing by on a summer night.