Give me the fragrance of flowers. Take you closer to the lush greenery, watch the gentle morning dew bathing the green grass, and count the flowers blooming all over the ground. The petals are not restrained at all. The branches are full of branches and clusters, as if they are rushing to go, one by one. The strings are beautiful, each string is more delicate than the last, and they are so low that you can pick them up and play with them as soon as you reach out. Make a garland of flowers and put it on your head. Amusing myself in the fragrance of flowers all over the ground, I stretched my arms easily, kissed Feng'er's shy face, wandered in the sea of ??flowers, and spent the cycle of four seasons leisurely.

Lend me a ray of breeze. Taking you to the dark willows and bright flowers, bathing in the gentleness of the sun, I like to caress the willows and close my eyes quietly. My dear, listen, this is the figure in the sea of ??flowers walking towards you gently. Arouse the intoxicating lovesickness, send a piece to the bright moon to make a colorful dress, and send a ray to the sunshine to make a wedding dress.

Alone in the quiet embrace of nature, there is no hustle and bustle of feasting, no flattery, and no fear and hesitation of wasted time. Ferrying in the sea of ??flowers, every particle is a transparent crystal. Let us see each other more clearly. You can see my presence and I can feel your enthusiasm. Life gives us black wings, but we use them to find light.

I remember when I was a child, the pond outside the village was filled with colorful wild flowers in summer. Blue petunias, yellow dandelions, red azaleas, and pink flowers decorate the mountain photo frame. This sea of ??flowers is full of tears of happiness, which is truly touching. My friends and I came here hand in hand and watched every little flower dancing and swaying in the wind. We weaved all kinds of flowers into a beautiful basket, filled it with morning flowers, azaleas, and wild chrysanthemums... When we were tired of playing, we lay in the sea of ??flowers, quietly looking at the white clouds floating in the sky, eager to grow up quickly. Big, grow taller quickly until you become a dream self. The little friend blew away the dandelion seeds with his mouth. They are like little paratroopers, flying freely and at home all over the world. I really want to be a wandering dandelion, spreading my love to the world and spreading my heart to the future. The quiet village seems to be a forgotten corner, but this sea of ??flowers blooms more and more prosperously year after year, as if they are waiting for me to come to visit and appreciate it. It's a pity that I haven't visited this sea of ??flowers for many years. Is it still the same as it was when I was a child? Until that autumn, when I came here via the path, everything had changed, and the ground was covered with fallen flowers, which made people feel sad to see it. I hadn’t seen them for many years, but I didn’t expect that by the time I came, they would have long since withered, and their hair had been dyed white by the autumn frost. With a sore heart, I couldn't help but think of Li Shangyin's "Falling Flowers":

The guests in the high cabinet went unexpectedly, and the flowers in the small garden flew everywhere.

The jagged streets carry the light of spring.

My heart is broken and I still want to go home.

My heart is exhausted towards spring, and what I gain is my clothes.

Yes, when the wind and frost of the years made my heart beat haggard, and I dragged my heavy body back to the fertile soil of my hometown, I thought it would be easy to stay rooted in my hometown and no longer endure drifting. But the young heart cannot bear to live in such a humble way. It tells me that the road is at my feet, that my life goal is far from being achieved, and everything about my hometown can only be deeply engraved in my childhood memory.

By chance, I came to Jinchang Purple Flower Sea. Here, there are many tourists who come here to enjoy the flowers. I saw violets blooming with many light blue flowers as bright as children's eyes. Before it is fully bloomed, a few delicate petals curl shyly around its moist heart, and there are two or three crystal dewdrops shining on the flower. Many young people crowded among the flowers and posed in different poses for photographers to take pictures.

At noon, in the huge rose garden, the blooming roses gave people a feeling of lack of energy. Like a woman with disheveled hair, she looks frivolous and vulgar. I am a woman who likes roses very much, but when I see such a scene, I feel a little less fond of them and a little more lonely. Flowers of all colors are blooming in brilliant colors, as if a colorful cloud has fallen from the sky, and several oil paintings have been unfolded. The rows of flower borders are like pieces of art displayed in the fields for visitors to watch, play with and enjoy the most beautiful gifts of nature.

Looking from a distance, the entire sea of ??flowers is immersed in the gentle sunshine. An old man next to me attracted my attention. He kept watering the flowers. He said that as it approached noon, the flowers needed more water. In the afternoon, the sun is blazing, and transpiration will take away a lot of water. The flowers feel like they have been hollowed out and need to be replenished.

In his eyes, this sea of ??flowers is like his own child. More like his lover, he said. Because his love for flowers has never changed. Even when the flowers wither, after the beauty, everything becomes bleak, and there is no such charming appearance anymore. Only the shackles of the branches, with their full fruits, wither and fall in the north wind. Leave no regrets. He said that the life of a flower is extremely short. Although she blooms every year, it is her fruits that continue her life. Her beauty lasts only for a moment, but in the eyes of those who love her, it lasts a lifetime.

He said that he has not left this sea of ??flowers for so many years because his love is here. Every day he watched the tourists who came to enjoy the flowers, either taking pictures here or playing in the sea of ??flowers. After they left, the ground was left in a mess. The flowers were tossed around. He would help bandage Hua'er's wounds and make stents for them. What does it feel like to row a boat in the sea of ??flowers every day? I asked him. He said that there is only happiness and permanent companionship. Because love has no halo, nor is it a deception of sweet words. He and his wife have been running this flower sea for many years. His wife likes every flower here and even gave it a name. But not long ago she passed away alone because she had lung cancer.

There are some uneven blue, purple, goose yellow and pink-green wildflowers in the grass, like an uneven carpet spread under the noble tulips. The tulips are blooming like tiny bunches of flames. He gently caressed the purple buds, his eyes full of tenderness. He said his wife's name was Jin Xiang. She is a beautiful and kind-hearted woman with a charming smile. As beautiful and charming as tulips. In addition to working hard during the day, at night, he wandered in the sea of ??flowers under the moonlight, listening to the whispers of the flowers and the gentle whisper of the breeze. Look at the night covering the earth, and the moonlight casting an afterglow. She would appear in the sea of ??flowers and walk towards him gently with a smile. Before he could see her face clearly, she quickly disappeared into the sea of ??flowers. But he only needed this moment, and that was enough. As long as he could see her every night, he would be content and happy.

Wandering in the sea of ??flowers, just waiting for you. It turns out that this is the best proof of love.

The green hillsides in the distance are covered with colorful flowers, like a large piece of emerald inlaid with various exotic gems and stones.

Suddenly, I felt heartbroken. What is true love? I once loved someone deeply, but he didn't really love me. He just used lies to cover up my infatuation, and used deception to retain my sincerity. In the end, I was still crying sadly alone, but he had already forgotten who I was?

Last summer vacation, I went to Chengdu to visit a friend who has been with me for many years. She settled in Chengdu. She suggested going to a beautiful valley to see the Begonia flowers and the Gesang flowers all over the mountains and plains. Because she is a photography enthusiast. Wherever I go, I always have my camera hanging on my chest.

Thousands of large peony flowers stand out among the glossy green leaves in the distance. They are so red and bright that each flower is like a burning flame.

Under the setting sun, the bright red flowers of Gesang flower shine in people's eyes. They are so red that they seem to bleed from them, and they are extremely beautiful.

As we walked and chatted, my friend was always busy choosing the right shooting location. There are many photographers who come here to collect photos. The land here is sparsely populated, the valley is empty, and a river flows at the bottom of the valley. The entire valley is divided into two parts, much like a symmetrical Douban. The snow-white sheep grazed leisurely on the hillside, and the shepherd waved to us enthusiastically.

The wild rose happily bloomed with flowers like small red fruits. After a while, I picked a lot of wild flowers and prepared to take them home and put them in a vase. My friend smiled and said that the beauty of wild flowers is that the wilderness gives them a background. When you take them home, they are just a handful of dead branches and leaves. I didn’t believe it and insisted on taking it home. My friend had no choice but to follow me.

She pointed to a field of Kelsang flowers and told me that these were all Kelsang flowers sown by airplanes. The real Kelsang flowers are on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. However, it is also quite beautiful. Come here, I'll take some nice photos for you.

My friend’s photography skills are really good. A very simple back view is really charming in her lens. Under the setting sun, that slender figure was immersed in a sea of ??beautiful flowers.

The feet are full of wild flowers higher than the shoulders, red, yellow, blue, white, purple, colorful, as endless as the endless tapestry, as dazzling as the colorful clouds in the sky, as bright as the rainbow in the sky. Gorgeous.

Friends said that she often comes here alone. She and her boyfriend agreed to travel around the world together with their cameras on their backs. But he left without saying a word. Only one photo of her in this valley remains. It just happened to be a slender figure in the sunset.

My friend said that she had been waiting for three years. But he never came back. Once, she got news from his friend that he went abroad to see a doctor.

The magnolia swayed its buds gently, like ivory incense burners, emitting bursts of fragrance more elegant than the incense burned in the church. My friend moved closer to the magnolia flowers and she seemed to like the smell. She went on to say that he must also know that I am waiting for him in this sea of ??flowers, waiting for his return.

She is an infatuated woman. I wonder if she has ever thought that the other party may already have someone else in mind and forget about her. Or maybe he is really suffering from a serious illness and doesn't want to drag her down anymore. How could someone who truly loves you be willing to make you sad? How could I be willing to let you face a lonely life alone? How could you be willing to waste your youth in the long wait? I am just an outsider, how can I understand their world? Li Qingzhao described such a particularly infatuated woman in "Huanxisha". I feel more like her around me. It's just that some people gain love, and some people are destined to live a lifetime of regrets.

The embroidered hibiscus smiled. The tilted duck is lined with fragrant gills. Only when the eyes are moving can people guess. One side is charming and full of charm, while the other half is full of tenderness and hatred. The moon moves and the shadows of the flowers come back again.

She is carrying a camera on her back and facing this lonely valley alone. Maybe their language will be more congenial. Understand each other’s voices better. I sat down and watched her take many more photos. In each photo, there may be a story about the two of them, a life that they have not yet had time to realize.

The bunch of wild flowers in the bottle, as my friend said, really turned into dead branches and leaves the next day. But as the years pass, it can be considered a beautiful art. That slender figure in the sunset, I wonder if she can wait for the love she has longed for? And the beautiful sea of ??flowers have become memories that will never fade.

Until one day, a friend posted a photo of herself swimming in the sea of ??flowers in WeChat Moments, with the postscript: I am only waiting for you in this life. What a romantic back view. Many of her photography works have won awards in national photography competitions. But I know that she has always been a lonely woman, and I hope her persistence can get a beautiful answer. The scenery here is unique. Where you are, it is paradise.

I hope all the waiting will not be disappointed.