He gave me a rose "I bought a pot of pansies" "I bought another pot of forget-me-not"... "I want to open a flower shop" —————————— I hid behind him and watched the whole midsummer. At the end, he stayed away from me again Damn his shadow, it touched my heart. He took my summer away with my heart, without any reservation. What should I do? My heart is beating because of him————————This is a story of constantly buying flowers, and finally going to sell them. He, a little bit sadistic, the beginning is a diary, a two-way secret love
Purpose: popular science about various flowers (not professional, the kind that can be found on Baidu)