Morning Glory Ah morning glory

The rain last night completely faded the spring, and all the flowers disappeared overnight. However, summer followed the footsteps of Miss Chun slowly. Although it came a little late, there was no shyness of spring at all. The dazzling green color was the evidence. The rain made the Originally dry field fertile. The mushroom top sucked the fresh air outside with a small umbrella, and the smell of soil was everywhere. There are many herbs with new leaves under the trees on both sides of the road. The slender stem sticks to the ground and stretches towards the direction of the tree. The thin leaves are swaying in the breeze, as if inviting me to dance a happy rumba. Know as morning glory of seedlings that. It was a little amazing that it was in full bloom in autumn, sprouted in spring, bred in summer and withered in winter, which was the short life of morning glory. The real flowering period is only a few hours. It opens in the morning and fades at noon or evening, which is so short but also so glorious. It was originally a weak plant, leaving the branches that could be attached, the walls could only spread and twined along the ground. It is also a plant with extremely vigorous vitality. It is born by rivers, roadside, ravines and fields without choosing places. Where there is soil, there is the beautiful image of morning glory, and all the energy is gathered only for the blooming minutes and seconds. No one appreciates it, but you can admire yourself alone; No one cheers, but you can clap your hands; No one stops, but you suddenly think of the way the Morning Glory is in full bloom for thousands of miles. I have seen the morning glory all over the mountains, and the pink trumpet is clearly going to play the hope of tomorrow; I have also seen the swaying morning glory in the cold wind, and the purple trumpet must be fighting with the wind; I have also seen the morning glory on the dead branches, and the blue trumpet must have been decorated in the desolate autumn. Of course, the most common thing is the morning glory on the roadside. The white horns are like rows of bands ready to go. There were soft rattan hovering on the fence not far away, and three small pink flowers scattered among the sparse leaves. One is facing the road, like a proud peacock, one is facing the vegetable garden, like a shy girl, and the other one is hidden behind a leaf, like a singer who still holds a pipa and half covers her face. The fragrance of flowers mixed with the refreshing leaves slipped into the nose with the wind, and immediately there was the carefree and free life of Zhuang zhoumengdie. Leaning over and looking at the posture of morning glory, the figure of lying fish enjoying flowers in master Mei Lanfang’s drunken concubine appeared in front of him. It is said that the master was inspired when he possessed himself and smelled flowers. After pondering, studying and practicing, he finally made the body of lying fish more vivid and vivid. The flower heard by the master is naturally morning glory. It seems that flowers can not only make you happy, but also increase your creative inspiration. However, at this time, I was a bit like a frown with the rustling of leaves, mixed with the whispers of my mother when I was young: a long time ago, there was a Funiu Mountain, and the farmers at the foot of the Mountain lived on farming, but there is no cattle to farm. There was a pair of twin sisters who planed a white silver horn when they were planing the ground. The Immortal told them that there were 100 golden cows in Funiu Mountain, and this horn was the key to open Funiu Mountain. After opening the Mountain Gate, as long as you go in and hold a golden cow, you will be sure to eat and drink for a lifetime. But there are two. One is that you can’t blow it with your mouth. Once you blow the golden cow, it will become a live cow and run out. The other is that it will not work at dawn. After thinking for a long time, the sisters finally decided to turn the golden cattle into live cattle and distribute them to the poor villagers for farming. They opened the gate of the mountain and went in to have a look. As expected, there were 100 Taurus. The two sisters picked up the horn and blew hard. With the sound of the horn, the Taurus became a live cow and ran out along the cave. When the last cow arrived, it was stuck at the entrance of the cave. The villagers finally pulled the cattle out, and the mountain eyes were closed at that time, and the sisters were locked up in the mountain. When the sun came out, the silver trumpet in the eyes of the mountain turned into a trumpet flower, which was also called Morning Glory in memory of the kind sisters. That’s right. The flowers who dare to race with the sun should be so hardworking, otherwise they won’t get the reputation of Qin Niang. But don’t be confused by its weak appearance. You know, once it blooms, it will open to the late autumn when leaves are flying all over the sky. I puffed up my cheek and blew the trumpet. The wonderful music seemed to be gurgling water, flowing to the Grandma Bridge in my dream, to my mother’s arms and to my lover’s eyes, it turns into a beautiful poem. Silverside early shift leakage for residual, step virtual people leaning Jade Langan. The fairy clothes are dyed so bright that I beg the world to look at the dawn. Round like flowing qian bi cut yarn, the vine on the wall adds itself. Tian Sun drops tears of yearning, and the flower grows deep in autumn. Xiao Si was happy and worried late. It was too delicate to hang around the fence. Muxi did not send hibiscus, and bought out the west wind and autumn. Suddenly it began to rain. In the dim light, I saw Chu NV who picked up the morning glory on the fence. I asked him how early he picked one, and she answered that the color of Sunrise was off. I looked at it quietly. In the end, she smiled and held the plum brine room, dyed ginger to serve the dish with shame. I stroked the leaves of morning glory and waved to it. Walking on the road, I remembered the stage play “Orchid” I had seen in my childhood. Malan Flower, Malan flower. You are not afraid of wind and rain. Hardworking people are talking. Please blossom immediately. Walking, The Morning Glory under my feet has blossomed. I said: Morning Glory, morning glory, not afraid of wind and rain

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