There is a kind of flower that can predict love. According to legend, as long as you hold it in your hand and pluck the petals one by one, thinking about that person in your mind and saying "like, don't like, like, don't like..." And wait until the last petal is counted, you can predict the mysterious love.
There is a kind of flower that represents pride, satisfaction and joy, just like the life that her father sincerely wishes for her to have.
After a long period of wind and rain, I wonder if the little flowers will still be as white as new? Or bloom again?