July 10th, the sky is clear, the wind is also suitable and gentle, it is indeed a good day to travel.
In what language should we describe the prairie sky road? Perhaps among the known adjectives of the scene, which one is appropriate to put here. The great name of the Heavenly Road, the magnificence of the Heavenly Road, the kings will have a set of exclusive feelings and feelings, and I do not need to bother to tell a thing that you have already made clear. Let's talk about today's harvest — a handful of wildflowers.
Calling it a wildflower is categorically not contemptuous, but because it is born in the wild, lives in the wild, and grows unrestrained outside the greenhouses made by humans. For such creatures that are not controlled by humans, but can survive well in nature, human beings have always had no good feelings, and they have to be given an irregular name, such as weeds and wild dogs. To ourselves, we seem to be more fierce and ruthless, and if we don't like it, we must curse: wild seed!
There were about seven or eight wildflowers, and the branches were light and elegant, and even the worldly copper smell of the person who admired the flowers was deeply ashamed, and fled far away. The wildflower has a round stem throughout, and the green, unspicuous leaves dotted on it are also green. If this is the case, it seems that it should be like you and I hiding in the sea of people, so as not to attract the attention of tourists. Its head—the top of the plant—grows well and blossoms. The head breaks it off from the ranks of the weeds and becomes a wildflower.
The top leaves are extremely dense, clustered in a lotus-shaped shape, and arch to guard the only outstanding brilliance. The reason why I want to use the word gorgeous is only under the background of green leaves, it has the color of flowers, and there is more beauty outside of vitality. Suppose I compare it to other truly gorgeous flowers, and the wildflower in my hand will be eclipsed. But what is the point of this comparison? Wildflower also said, "I was born freely, I was born comfortably, and who the fuck is going to compare with you!" "Rough words are not rude!
As a flower, it is indeed not gorgeous. The princes looked at these flowers and bones, densely packed in the lotus flowers with clusters of leaves, red heads and red bodies, like matches, and like they were crowded around the carriage of the rich and noble people, reaching out to reward the little beggars. So ordinary, so inconspicuous, the great writer will certainly not describe them with buds waiting to be released. And whether you can see it or not is to say two things, and you will certainly not care if you see it. hi! They are doomed to not ascend to the hall of elegance, how can the great literary heroes lower themselves?
Although it is not gorgeous, wildflowers also have their own moving features. The kings looked at the half-open buds again, and one by one bravely broke through the shackles of the matchhead but suddenly became shy, as if they wanted to hide but let people really see its figure. hey! "And shy to go, lean on the door to look back, but sniff the green plum", please do not puncture its childish careful thoughts. As for those who are bold, they are fully blooming and generously showing themselves. There are no layers and dazzling colors, only six small white petals sitting in a circle, like very obedient children. Its white is very simple and pure, only a very white white, without a little tricky ingredient.
Have the kings who have been to the heavenly roads ever noticed these wildflowers? Yes, when looking at the distance, the heart is suddenly open, the arrogance is steeply increased, and the courage is bolder than Li Du, how can the nameless wildflowers under the feet enter the eyes? A small sesame seed and a vast starry sky, I believe that the kings will not be confused enough to make a wrong choice.
But you don't know that these wildflowers are magical, and they can make your eyes unable to move. The moment I held it in the palm of my hand, there was clearly a voice saying, "It's mine!" "It belongs only to me, and I can be sure of it when I look at it.
Holding it in his hand and looking at it, he also felt a little guilty in his joy. It is a hermit indifferent to fame and fortune, a warrior who is not alarmed, even if I break my bones, fate is only in my hands, it is still calm, but it is not sad or happy to look at me. I should be ashamed, Chrysanthemum, for example, in the face of Tao Yuanming's wine and poetry, the wind and moon of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, the praise and love of the literati and rioters of the millennium; these plain wildflowers can only be held in the hands of a vulgar person, and the forgotten fate continues in the shadow of death. It's still safe, and I should be ashamed.
It turned out it wasn't mine, but I was it. I was tamed by it.