When the rose blooms, watching the red flashing across your eyes, with the warm fragrance, how many women’s lingering and love for roses are engraved. In the valley of Anning Bajie Township, more than 70 kilometers away from Kunming, the mountains are full of roses. Blowing by the breeze, the fragrance of flowers filled the sky, and the delicate fragrance of petals permeated into the atrium. Keeping this state of mind silently, butterflies fly and flowers are soft, listen to the wind for a long time, depend on each other to become warm, and be quiet.

When summer is coming, the wind that travels through the valleys, you go to see the mountains of roses blooming on the Eighth Street, and the countryside with thousands of flowers of love . Here, it is as simple, warm and vast as a crop. In the valley, the fragrant flower language of the mountains, floating softly under the high blue sky, enveloping the Zen of leaning on the wind and enjoying the scenery. A fragrant love, flowing thoughts of blooming flowers , light and tender and lingering beauty. In the quiet night, facing the pen and ink, holding the pen and constructing the text, leisurely and elegantly, the daydream is incomparable.

Rose, has the reputation of the flower of love. Like the sustenance and attachment of a pair of lovers. Under the roses, Die’er is charming because of the flowers, Yuner is soft and drunk by the wind, the flowers are delicate and beautiful because of the leaves, and misses are warm because of love. Thinking like rain, rain falling and cold smoke, flow a season of flower language into a stream, a paragraph of text fragrance into a thought, a bend heart language into a poem, and the lover’s melted heart will depend on each other for a hundred years. You live quietly in my heart, like a full moon in the night sky, holding thoughts, warm, and nostalgic…

A ray of purple fragrance came from a distance on the wind, standing on the loess slopes of Eight Streets, smelling the fragrance of flowers, and counting the flowers in the place. The fragrance of the heart opened up the long thoughts, and in the sea of ​​roses that I could see from a distance, I kept a gentle warmth. Cut a period of deep love, make a spring blossom, lovesick petals, light blooms, and spend a lifetime romantic love together. In the moment of love and thought, lingering with you…

Words and words, quietly listening to the melody of the heartbeat, clumsy fingertips, let the words beat at midnight, excited in the surging thoughts; flying between the lines, flying into a rainbow. The moonlight is like water at night, embracing my thoughts in my arms. The breath of you in the wind contains deep love. The romance of the night, the tenderness of the wind, just want to immerse the soul in the embrace of the night. The love for roses is the panoramic view on the tip of the pen, and a rainbow in the depths of the soul. Just listen carefully and feel quietly. There are always endless soul murmurs, endless lovesickness and tenderness, endless lingering heart songs!

Pick a scent of flowers and a touch of green haze. When the roses are blooming, I am leaning on the ferry of missing, waiting for your tempo from far and near. The charming and affectionate affects the bondage of the years, in the deep and shallow fleeting years, you are in my heart as still as before, there is a kind of warmth but with a touch of affection, soft and hazy, a piece of tenderness like water, and the soft whisper of your lips The words quietly whispered in my ears. Those longings of exile, together with the endless coquettish charm, spread wantonly in the depths of the night.

Lightly stepping on the warm sun of the season, drunk with the fragrance of roses. I wish to meet you warmly in this rose garden, weave a dream that belongs to you and me, and experience a light and comfortable affection with your heart; compose your lingering feelings with love; let your romance fly with your thoughts; Weave your timelessness with words. I wish to have a long life with you in this rose garden, and engrave the warmth of lifelong companionship…