The beautiful bloom

The beautiful bloom

On my windowsill, I raised a pot of clivia. It has accompanied me through seven years of ups and downs. In my heart, I am cherish it very much. It is speechless, but I always regard it as a close friend. Sometimes when I feel uncomfortable in my heart, I will turn to it and

Encounter life

Green leaves, red a cluster, wedding day dream, smoke! The heart is dust-free, exposed to the rain and cold, pouring out with the lonely fragrance, the moon is lingering on the night, sighing that the age of the red world is short, the three lives are soft dreams, the eternal fetters accompany the beauty, and