I am a person who likes fantasy, and my mind is filled with all kinds of stories every day. I am a person who loves flowers. They bloom for a short period of time but are tenacious and come back again and again.
I remember that when I was young, my grandma liked to plant flowers. There were always various kinds of flowers at home. Grandma told me the names, but I forgot about them and asked again next time. I was very stubborn.
When my grandma's eyesight was still good, she liked to teach me how to draw. Every time, it looked like a flower, and I could draw several pages without repetition. Now, grandma is old, I have grown up, and the drawing book has disappeared...
I like to make up stories, and I make up stories for all the flowers I like. I believe that behind every thing that exists in the world, there is a story, and the same goes for people. Even if the story is not beautiful now, one day it will become unique and brilliant for you.
If you like it, then welcome to my world.
Purpose: Interpret the language of flowers through stories, so that people who watch it can better cherish the current life and people.