Spring succulents are not to be underestimated, and spring scenery is not to be wasted

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Thanks to the author [lulu] for theoriginal submissionsharing

Submission date: 2018-04-10

Edited and compiled by: Baike Jun

Location: Nanning, Guangxi

When the yellow rosewood on campus sprouted new leaves, I began to believe that spring had arrived in Nanning!

Romantic and elegant ginkgo leaves, I should not only remember how you look in autumn; I will record how you look in spring!

Seize the meeting of sunlight and wisteria; the rhythm in harmony is playing at every moment!

And the kapok flower accompanies all along the way!

When bougainvillea flooded into view, I finally believed that spring in Nanning is truly beautiful, and this beauty is right beside us! Ordinary yet real and lovely!

After 3 years of growing succulents, I went through the process of collecting all kinds of varieties, only to realize that what stays by your side is often the most ordinary and most common!

The crown of flowers, with a single word she is delicate; you yourself say nothing, yet why is Luoyang paper so dear!

In the green and tender years, feelings that cannot be hidden, like plum blossoms by the wall, a floating hidden fragrance that cannot be concealed!

Behind the brocade curtains and red drapery, layer upon layer, that beautiful woman, who will come to lift her veil?

Pink like a rainbow, green like dark ink; motion and stillness suit each other, growing in the sunlight, intoxicated in the mortal world, her beauty does not age as she waits for you to arrive.

Hide your petite self quietly in time; I want to play hide-and-seek with you, using longing as bait, quietly accompanying and nurturing you right beside you.

Body in the mortal world, heart like Zen; morning bell and evening drum, chanting Buddhist words ten thousand times, nothing compares to personally tending a string of prayer beads, one bead one good thought, every bead passed down.

An indescribable lushness, an inexhaustible crystal clarity, stunning like you, lowering your brows for him, letting all admiration become the most beautiful enchantment on the branch!

Whose jade-like beauty has just grown up? Most enchanting is that touch of red on top. If you like it, would it be nice to pick it and pin it to your collar? But I cannot bear to do it.

The moon rises above the willow tips, people meet after dusk; I searched for her a thousand times in the crowd, then suddenly turned back, and she was there in the bright sunlight!

The distant place, is it far? The mortal world asks the heart, treading clouds to chase dreams; is the acacia tree in memory still there waiting for me?

Born on the lotus pedestal, grinding ink as incense, one pure melody, lingering echoes; I am willing to accompany you into one stretch after another of sunlight-filled time. You speak, I listen, graceful and quiet like a lotus.

Beauty blooming in the dark, silently and peacefully guarding your dreams, adorning your world. In your world, it is enough that I have been there; for many things, to understand is to feel a thousand joys!

Do you still remember the promise on the Three-Life Stone? Do you still remember the sound of the waves in the deep blue sea? Do you still remember transforming into a lotus, this unfinished love of this life? All encounters are only for the next hand held together.

Flowers blooming is life's blossoming; flowers fading is life's cycle. Gladly see flowers bloom, do not fear flowers fade. I know that hope continues endlessly through all the comings and goings.

If life could be like the first meeting, with clear joy and plain words, the original heart unchanged, extending onward; wherever you are, I will not leave nor forsake.

Playing with green plums, riding a bamboo horse, how deep is the affection? Pasting flower marks, hurriedly dressing, waiting for you to come and meet!

I like the softness of this world, so that I may hold an armful of flowers, walk through long thorns, pass through empty long streets, from darkness to dawn.

Walking into the clear autumn of the years, that lush green abundance, softly humming and lightly singing, what a song of sprouting!

The beauty slightly tipsy turns her starry eyes; the moonlight shyly offers the golden cup; the song fan and plain breeze blow away a whole spring's sorrow.

Mountain flowers in full bloom, butterflies fluttering; you had already avoided his deep affection, so why in the end are you still the one blushing?

A long life and a lifetime are still only gentle flower hands; this winter is still cold, and I only wish for a little softness; without words, it is still warmth.

That person, that beauty, that scenery, like a purple cloud passing through the fresh fragrance of years of plants and trees, turning into a fairy among flowers lingering by the lake of love.

Along the way, let the warm and cold worries between the world and me bloom one by one along every branch. If you happen to pass by, will you stop for me, hear my telling, and then leave your concern behind?

Love succulents, and therefore love life; love succulents, and therefore understand life; love succulents, and therefore cherish life!

As lovely as I am, I hope you will appreciate it!

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