I like the faint blue iris, because it looks like a butterfly, and it feels like the boy who has made me worry about the whole green years. His name is Yuan Jialuo. I once whispered it over and over again with my damaged lips so carefully, and then listened quietly to the ending sound that was so short that it disappeared in an instant...
I will also look at the delicate yellow iris, because the way it blooms proudly is like the girl who accompanies me to share my joys, sorrows and joys. Her name is Du Sisi. I once held her tightly with my thin hands wholeheartedly, and then made a wish that we would go on strong together...
But now, just as I don't know where those silent iris flowers are blooming, and in whose heart they are blooming, I don't know where in the world that boy and that girl are...
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