The mood of succulents is simple and steadfast

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Text and photos: This girl is a little sweet

A mood, unrelated to romance and moonlight,

Beautiful only because of the things one loves and the scenery one is in,

What succulents give us is a steady, enduring touch of emotion.

A courtyard, neighbored by green mountains and clear waters, accompanied by flowers, grass, birds and fish,

Fully enjoying nature's gifts, enjoying the true essence of life,

Living life in its finest form.

Succulents are stunning everywhere you look!

Every step brings flower language, clean and serene. In the courtyard, before the steps, even under the eaves and on the walls, flowers bloom in abundance everywhere!

Potted plants are placed throughout the courtyard, seemingly casual, yet all tended to be full of life~

With light footsteps, wandering through the courtyard rich in artistic atmosphere~

Changing every day, planting succulents, waiting on time. When free, do a little; when free again, do a little more...

A person who is either building a garden or on the way to plant succulents;

As dawn first breaks, sit quietly for a moment, murmuring softly with the Aeonium...

At noon, a cup of clear tea, feeling the sunlight together with the Echeveria...

A person who is either picking wilted leaves or on the way to plant succulents;

Taking a short rest, sitting quietly and gazing, accompanying the enchanting, translucent figures of the Haworthia...

Either watering, or on the way to plant succulents;

As the lanterns are first lit, closing one's eyes and drifting in thought, having a beautiful waltz with the "beauties"...

A person who is either composing scenery or on the way to plant succulents;

The courtyard is deep, intoxication lingering, immersed in the faint Zen flavor of the Echeveria...

Some say they never dare to put pen to true feelings,

The heaviest feelings at the core and bottom of a tough yet tender-hearted man's heart,

The deepest pain, the softest tenderness, the most longed-for yearning, are in fact all an unspoken private feast~

So, this season, let us be quiet, not speaking,

And watch, one after another, flowers blooming and falling;

And watch, one by one, patch by patch, courtyard by courtyard,

The joyful faces blooming after being tended~

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