There is a kind of flower that scares me.
It didn't care about anything, without any warning. The whole flower rolled down in a wayward, reckless, irresponsible and unprepared way. It was really frightening.
I once raised a pot of camellia, and it died in such a shocking way.
I was so horrified that I was afraid of camellias from now on.
I'm afraid of its extremeness and vehemence, as well as its tragic suicidal nature.
I wonder how such a gentle and calm tea tree could bloom such tragic flowers.
——Zhang Ailing's "The Sound of Falling Flowers"
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Why do you need to hate the dust when the jade is broken? There are people in the world who hold flowers.
Although the residual red on the steps is silent, there are still people picking up the fragrance with bare hands.
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Intention: There will be no wilting after the cold years, and the spring breeze will come.
