He is like the sun in winter, the sun is shining brightly, shining on me all the time and giving me warmth. --Lin Yi
When he was 16 years old, it was the first time in his life that he gave her flowers.
He gave her a white tulip, looked into her watery eyes, and said word for word: "Its flower language is, I have a soft spot for you."
At the age of 28, he proposed to her with a sea of roses: "Ten years, I have been planning this proposal for ten years."
The flower language of roses: I love you.
When he was 30 years old, on her birthday, he gave her the blue enchantress whose flower language he failed to cultivate, which means staying together.
He curled his lips and said with a smile: "Although it failed, if you think about it from another perspective, I have cultivated a new variety, the only one in the world."
"I named it time."
"The flower language of time is us."
Us.
This flower of time has bloomed.
Intention: The vegetation is lush, its color is green, beautiful times, precious years, I am lucky enough to walk hand in hand with you