Introduction:
As a child, Qin Che looked out the window at the scenery. It was a blue-purple ocean, with countless jacarandas intertwined and intertwined. The blue was melancholy and the purple was mysterious.
"Does the jacaranda also have a language? If so, what is its language?"
The void cannot speak, but time can.
More than ten years later, an encounter, a coincidence, a misunderstanding, an answer,
Romeo finally welcomed his Juliet,
In real life, Renoir also met a girl with flaxen hair.
What is the flower language of jacaranda?
Yu Wan gently leaned into Qin Che's ear and whispered:
"Thousands of sails are passing by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of trees are springing in front of the diseased trees. Survival is coming from a desperate situation, waiting forever. Although there are thousands of people, I am going!"
Concept: All things have animism, and the language of flowers also applies to people. It is worth interpreting and protecting in a lifetime.
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[Orange candy] Got it [Purple candy] The author of kswl has good writing style [Rainbow fart]