I can't help but stop.
I have never seen such a blooming vine, only a brilliant lavender hanging in the air like a waterfall, with no beginning and no end. Just a deep and shallow purple, as if flowing, laughing and growing. On the big purple banner, there is a little silver light, just like splashing water. A closer look shows that it is the simplest part of each purple flower, flirting with the sun.
Spring has faded here, and there are no people enjoying flowers and no butterflies around bees. Some are sparkling and blooming vines on this tree. Flowers are next to flowers, one after another, pushing each other around, so lively!
"I have blossomed!" They are laughing.
"I have blossomed!" They shouted.
Every ear of flowers blooms above and waits for release below. The color is light and dark, as if purple has settled down and settled in the tenderest and smallest bud. Every blooming flower is like a small full sail, with a sharp cabin under the sail and a bulging cabin; It's like a smile that can't help laughing, and it's about to bloom. What's the fairy dew and honey? I leaned over and picked one.
But I didn't pick it. I have no habit of picking flowers. I just stood and stared, feeling that this wisteria waterfall was not only in front of my eyes, but also flowing slowly in my heart. Flowing, taking away the doubts about life and death and the pain that have been pressing on my heart for these years. I am immersed in the brilliance of this dense flower, and there is nothing else for the time being, only peace of mind and happiness of life.
In addition to the brilliance, there is a faint fragrance here. The fragrance seems to be light purple, and it covers me gently like a dream. It suddenly occurred to me that there was a big wisteria outside my house more than ten years ago. It climbed high beside a dead locust tree, but the flowers were never sparse. A bunch of flowers hung on the treetops of things alone, as if looking at the color and testing something. Later, even the sparse flowers disappeared. Other wisteria frames in the garden were also pulled down and fruit trees were planted.
After so many years, the vines have blossomed again, and they are so full and dense. Purple waterfalls cover the thick branches of the disc, flowing and flowing to people's hearts.
Flowers and people will encounter all kinds of misfortunes, but the long river of life is endless. I touched the little purple flower hut, which was filled with the wine of life. It is full of sails, sailing on the river full of flowers. It is one of ten thousand flowers, and it is by each flower that a splendid ten thousand flowing waterfall is formed.
In this faint purple light and faint purple fragrance, I feel that I have accelerated my pace.
No way out, give an article.
Zong Pu, right?