The world of mortals is far away, and the valley is my final destination.
I folded my wings and drew an arc. I didn't want to turn to dust, so my little body fell into the orchid core. For a moment, I just felt frivolous and cared about Lan as soon as possible.
The way of reincarnation is to turn me into Phalaenopsis! Dancing with the wind, fragrant.
The young lang in the distance is my secret love, and I miss him very little.
I became a slim girl, just for the distant boy lang.
I am shy and soft, * * * bamboo fragrant ink, drunk in my arms, and my waist is soft and Jinling hits me.
Shaolang smoked slightly and whispered to me, "The blue silk brick also has feelings, and the petals fall to the ground."
Shaolang raised his sleeves on the armrest and dropped the finishing touch. In the painting, the girl smiles and hides her shame, and the bamboo raft tells her feelings. Love and meaning are mutual, as evidenced by heaven and earth.
The bamboo pole is curled up, and the fish is mixed with the pearl, just for one heart and one mind, never giving up.
Xiao Yin, ink all over the world, silk floating, painting, so drunk.
Hey! Over the years, the woodcarving has been rich, and Shaolang has drunk her and is pregnant with warm and fragrant nephrite. The wind has been drunk for a long time, and a word turns into tears. Qiu Hong is sad and sorrowful, drinking all his loneliness and sorrow, and getting sick into his brow.
The wind has been blowing for a long time, and the flute has stopped playing, leaving only the last touch of rosy clouds on the heavy mountains, reflecting the sadness between my eyebrows!
Shaolang, you took my Lanrui and left me alone, drunk.
Shaolang, you are the golden bodyguard jade (figuratively speaking, Juelu), a beautiful girl's dream, and a golden cymbal. And I leaned against the silver lantern (silver lamp, candlestick), and my tears were red (I kept crying and my eyes were bleeding).
Rock research ink, brocade and silk are sent to the heart, leaning against the column and looking at acacia, forgetting the world of mortals, hesitating to forget the river, still unfinished.
From then on, I often accompany the empty valley, crush the world of mortals, and the sound of the piano is long between heaven and earth.
And the one who looks like an orchid and a butterfly is me, called Phalaenopsis.
Phalaenopsis prose 2 network dazzling Phalaenopsis, amorous feelings. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple are shining in front of my eyes, dancing and smiling, opening to the window of my heart, which makes me feast my eyes. The enjoyment of vision moistened my cornea, made my pupils naturally round the window, and also activated my retinal cells, inviting colorful Phalaenopsis. Magnificent, the charm of the flowers is unforgettable, with powder as a fresh woman, gorgeous and warm like a yellow rose, beautiful and rich like a peony flower, elegant and soft like a fairy, and beautiful and sonorous like a green chrysanthemum.
There is a kind of sentimental beauty, beautiful and elegant. Bathed in the sunshine and rain, just like a beautiful lady coming out of the bath, the slender beauty of the branches is as charming as The Story Of Diu Sim's gorgeous turn. Butterfly orchids in the breeze are like the graceful face of Zhaojun. Its graceful appearance, graceful beauty, bearing beauty, charm beauty, beauty is 100%, as beautiful as a fairy. The refreshing Phalaenopsis has been lingering in people's hearts for a long time. Orchids are as fragrant and elegant as orchids. Phalaenopsis is gorgeous and beautiful, noble and bright, graceful and fresh, with the fragrance of Chunlan and the elegance of orchids.
Smell the fragrance and elegance of Phalaenopsis, and enjoy Liu Hao's poems in the square spectrum. Lansheng Valley is unknown, and I am a guest. Knowing that clear powder can remove filth, I feel more sympathy for the delicate leaf cream. The roots are dense, the fragrance is fragrant, and the shrubs are shaded in the afternoon. I want to leave my legacy in * * *. I've been reading Chu Ci for a long time. An ancient poem by Li Bai in Tang Dynasty is refreshing. Lonely orchids live in secluded gardens, and grass is a weed. Although the sun shines brightly in spring, I feel sorry for the crisp moon in autumn. First frost early, green dare not rest. If there is no breeze, who will deliver the fragrance? Lan; Rong Jiezi is clever and elegant, which makes her more relaxed and happy. Qinchun Mountain Valley, Xiayun Hedgerow, Autumn Ling Xiaoshan Residual Slope, Winter Silk, Clean Room and Cold Building, far away from the secular noise, narcissistic, beautiful appearance, blooming flowers, all of which contain the heart of a hermit in the forest. Phalaenopsis is colorful, like a flying butterfly, full of vitality, playful and naughty, thoughtful, duck-shaped and heart-shaped. There are also bee faces, which are colorful and pleasing to the eye, vividly showing the wonderful scenery of animals and plants. The pastoral Phalaenopsis brings the beautiful scenery of Yuan Ye, and the bonsai Phalaenopsis explains the immortal chapter of the silent poems in three-dimensional characters. May the Phalaenopsis in my heart add icing on the cake to those who love life, with bright future, sweet life, beautiful warmth and infinite happiness.
Phalaenopsis Prose 3 In the spring, I bought two pots of Phalaenopsis from the flower shop, which are in full bloom. Purple petals, like open butterfly wings, fall lightly on curved pedicels, elegant and beautiful.
After a long flowering period, the withered flower quilt was picked, leaving only three leaves and long pedicels. Phalaenopsis doesn't grow very fast. After a few months, no new leaves grow.
Maybe it's neglect of management. Recently, I found that the leaves lost their luster, thinking that they were watered too much and didn't care too much.
Today, the yellow leaf caught my eye, and I thought it might die. I haven't observed her so carefully since the flower withered. When I turned my eyes from the falling leaves to her long stems and vines fixed on the wires by small clips, I was surprised to find that there was a new twig with a purple wet bud hanging on it.
What a stubborn life this is! I'm dying, but I'm still working on the miracle of life.
Looking at the yellow leaves and fresh buds, I was at a loss for a moment.
I want to cut off the buds to keep the plants alive. But one of the leaves is impossible to survive, the other two leaves are dull, and the lower end of the flower stem has turned grayish brown. The tender purple buds on the top of the pedicel are still green. How can I bear to cut them off? Maybe this is the last time Phalaenopsis blooms! She is creating the final beauty with her life! ?
However, how can I bear not to cut it? Don't just watch her die? However, can cutting off the bud save her life?
Pick up the scissors and put them down. I can't do anything except be deeply shocked by her! I can do nothing but fear, I can only respect her choice! ?
Helpless, a few days later, the last two leaves of Phalaenopsis fell off and lay quietly on both sides of the flower stem. The bottom and upper end of the pedicel have also turned yellow, and only the middle part near the bud is still green, where Phalaenopsis concentrates its life. I think she left with a longing for bud.
Squatting beside the flowerpot, staring at Phalaenopsis, feeling-
Phalaenopsis is like those mothers who are seriously ill and have young children. Put the baby in the womb at risk of life and death.
Phalaenopsis is very much like Wei Tian, the author of "A Half-acre Flower Field". She calmly looks at death, leaving meaningful words and lighting the fireworks of her life.
Phalaenopsis, like Huang Danian, worked the night before the operation and worried about scientific research until her death.
Phalaenopsis is like ...
Nature's creatures are interlinked in spirit and soul. Phalaenopsis is a flowering plant. Flowering is her career and her lifelong pursuit. Leaving with buds is the perfect curtain call for life. Throughout the ages, how many people have devoted their life's pursuit to the "flowers" in their hearts and the established goals: Qu Zi, who is determined to be immortal in the Great Leap Forward, Sima Qian, who endured humiliation and became a historical record, Li Shizhen, who tasted all kinds of herbs, a scientist who tried to remain anonymous, an explorer who dared to endure hardships, a revolutionary who risked his life when the nation was in danger, and a person who pursued perfection in life.
Some people say that dreams are a kind of persistence in forgetting my life. Indeed, not only flowers and people, stories that shock the soul are staged on this planet every day, and dreams are created every day. As long as we interpret it with a sentimental heart and talk to nature with a compassionate heart, we will also be a Phalaenopsis, and we will still try our best to bloom at the end of our lives. Phalaenopsis brings endless reverie and enlightenment, which is the nobility and dignity of life.
Phalaenopsis Prose 4 When I was nine years old, my family moved to a poor mountain village. There are mountains and water, and the air is fresh. It is the second most beautiful hometown in my memory.
My mother is a teacher, and our home is in the school. The school gate is a mountain with beautiful scenery.
I remember at that time, I was active and curious, and I was as happy as a deer in Onosato, chasing mountains and sprinkling landscapes.
There is a Fu family living in the front row of my house. Because it is in the mountains, our yard is much higher than theirs, so whenever I stand high, I can see everything in their yard.
What caught my attention most, and the most beautiful in the yard, was Phalaenopsis, with long green leaves lined with purple flowers, as beautiful as butterflies. When I see purple, I have an indescribable feeling, and something is always echoing in my heart.
Being young has its own advantages, and I didn't think much about it. I just like to go to their house to see flowers and play a magic cube. In this respect, my life has added some luster and magic.
I went to their house for a long time and found that one of their rooms was locked. I was always attracted by the lock. I've always wanted to know what's in it, mysterious things I want to know but don't know.
On a gray rainy day, I happened to find that the curtains of his dark window were not closed and a pale and emaciated face emerged from it. He stared at the rain as if thinking about something, fascinated. However, the room was obviously filled with an indescribable depressing atmosphere, which caused many questions. What surprised me even more was that he held the pot of Phalaenopsis in his hand, and his eyes reflected unbearable sadness, some pain and some bitterness.
While I was observing the details, he suddenly ran to the window and smashed his imprisoned window glass crazily. At this time, his face was twisted, as if an invisible demon was approaching him, torturing him and crushing him.
I looked at the broken glass in a trance and horror, and the glittering fragments seemed to be cutting his weak body wildly. I don't know why, there seems to be an invisible, irresistible and unbearable repression, which forces him to cringe.
I saw him shaking. He protected his chest and clung to himself, as if he were resisting, as if he were preventing others from approaching, and unconsciously rubbed himself to protect himself. His hands are still stained with his own blood. Seeing blood, it was so bright red, and the light of glass fragments shone on his pale and slender fingers. It is sad and beautiful, like a long-awaited flower, which is in full bloom. I can't hold back my fears any longer. I'm scared. I don't know what's wrong with him. What's wrong with him? Later, my mother pulled me away from that window and said nothing to me.
As the days passed, I knew the Fu family very well and asked Fu Ma about the mysterious house and the mysterious people inside. Fu Ma vented her depressed feelings to me. He is the youngest son of Fu Ma and has loved Phalaenopsis since he was a child. The child is very clever, but because of a sudden illness, he became stupid. But he has never forgotten this flower in his heart, because it is saturated with the purple of life and is also a mysterious color for him. Fu Ma never gave up his treatment. Besides, he doesn't often get sick. After all, he is the pride of his mother and can't bear to send him to that terrible place. What is more difficult to give up is the most common and natural affection between mother and son.
I listened, accompanied my mother to tears, and then looked at Phalaenopsis in the sun, which was even more gorgeous. In my eyes, it also has vitality of life. After all, this flower is free to be comforted by the sun, but it is silly. ...
"In order to avoid hurting others when he is sick, he has to be locked in the house all day without stimulation."
I know how much Fu Ma wants to give silly children a free space, and what it's like to watch me run all over the mountain. But after all, fools are limited by their bodies and cannot see the sun. How can he live without that kind of happy vitality?
Sometimes, I see that pale face and stare blankly at his Phalaenopsis. Sometimes I still scream hysterically. No one understood what he was shouting. What is he addicted to? When will he suddenly wake up and call his mother?
From then on, I often stare blankly at that piece of white, thinking about those silly children.
Year after year, the leaves on the tree are green and yellow, yellow and green, and the dance is outstanding and charming. After all, it's easy to let go. In the winter depression, it cares for you calmly, but also delights me, longing for life again and again and deducing death.
The beautiful butterfly orchid bloomed and thanked.
I am happy in the sunshine, and silly children grow up in their own world. Sometimes you smile at me stupidly when you see me, and you don't know what to say.
Mr. Fu is an honest man. He is in poor health and usually doesn't like to talk. Their eldest son was a soldier in a foreign country, so he married a daughter-in-law and gave birth to a boy. He only came from afar a few times during the holidays.
Fu Ma is a strong person, and she still has the habit of smoking when she is bored. She likes me very much. She always sends me something rare and delicious. I also admire her strong personality. I know nothing can break her. Even if fate plays tricks on her, she will not hesitate to fight back.
At that time, the school occupied a large area, so every household was assigned some fields to sow suitable crops. Because Mr. Fu is in poor health, only mung beans and peanuts are planted at home, and I often help them harvest. Because this place is mountainous, I often find some palm-sized shells when digging. There are circles of purple in the shell. I think the silly child must like it very much, so I will secretly choose some of the best for the silly child and watch his silly smirk very cute.
I think, maybe at that time, I fell in love with purple, its wonderful mystery and its exuberant life.
Then our family moved away. Gradually cut off the news from the other side of the mountain
Just last year, I heard from my mother that Mr. Fu died of terminal liver cancer, leaving his mother and silly son behind, so sad.
This year, it is the flowering season again. Unexpectedly, Fu Ma came to see me in the hospital. When I met her, I saw that she was much older and her hair was all white, but her smoking habit and firm eyes did not change. She took my hand and counted the families, saying that her family had moved to the county seat.
Speaking of stupidity, some tears welled up in her haggard eyes, which made her much better. This time, I am looking for our hospital to issue a certificate and a disability certificate to the idiot, so that I can get some pension and stick to myself. When I'm gone, idiots can take some subsidies to take care of themselves, so they can take old bones away with no regrets.
Looking at Fu Ma, I feel unspeakable sadness in my heart. It doesn't matter that she has suffered a lot for silly children and suffered all her life. The most important thing is that silly children are not wronged. The selfless maternal love in this world is so sacred.
I seriously paid for a certificate for my mother, and my heart was relieved.
A month later, I prepared a gift and went to Fu Ma's house to visit Silly, which was a rented farmhouse, not as simple as my home in a small mountain village.
Once again, I saw a fool in the park, who had reached middle age. I don't see anything morbid, but I still have a beard on my thin face, which makes me more handsome.
Fu Ma said that in order to treat silly children, she had spent all her savings, and with the illness of Teacher Fu, she was even more uncertain. Now that Mr. Fu has left first, the silly child's illness is much better and basically stable. This kind of life, let anyone stand on it, have to bite the bullet and hold on.
She took a deep breath of her cigarette, and the fireworks shone clearly in the dark room. In her vicissitudes of life, there are firm rings flashing, which makes me moved and unforgettable.
At this time, I saw Phalaenopsis again in the dark room. The silly life purple seems to have poured an invisible force, as if it were bumping on the rugged mountain road of life under the care of maternal love.
Perhaps, more languages, just before the flowers bloom.
It's not clouds that roll up.
It is the soft flowing water in the twelfth month.
Day and night.
Water my heart without a plan.
His heart is full of warmth.
Shake your shoulders gently.
Happiness is like rain on the grass.
Big beads and small beads roll down one by one.
Laughter bit by bit, light expansion.
I never want to get out of that purple orchid again
I don't want to trip again.
Wandering in such a distant place
Heart, trembling with pain.
Staggered dance steps
No more dancing every night.
The disharmony of the moon
More languages, before flowering.
Take your time, take your time, thank you.
Before tears come out of my sleeves.
Light decoration light decoration
His reincarnated face
Silence that day, still.
Hanging clouds of missing.
Like a flame, it shines with the glory of the past.
The distance is no longer far away.
Phalaenopsis Prose 5 The weather in Guangdong is like spring all the year round. Our hometown is already very cold at this time, but the climate here is still very mild. For example, the spring blossoms in March in my hometown.
In our market, there are different kinds of flowers on the flower stands on the 3rd, 6th, 9th and 9th days of each solar calendar. Every time I see a beautiful flower in full bloom, my heart blooms like a flower. Seeing the Chinese New Year, the variety in the flower market is dazzling and the business is very hot.
This season, I like plum blossoms best, and then orchids. Today, I want to talk about orchids instead of plum blossoms and other flowers.
All kinds of blooming orchids are delicate and charming. The gentleman of flowers, noble life personality, plum blossom, bamboo lotus, chrysanthemum lotus have been praised by the world through the ages.
Among many kinds of orchids, I like Phalaenopsis best. Colorful, there are purple flowers, white flowers, yellow flowers and dark red flowers ... all kinds of colors are intertwined, purple flowers, red flowers and white flowers, and yellow and purple flowers ... just like groups of fresh butterflies with colorful flowers, they stop on the branches and flap their beautiful wings. How beautiful! There is an impulse to hold it in the palm of your hand and watch it dance
I am intoxicated in the world of Phalaenopsis. When I noticed the budding buds on the flower branches, I was surprised to find that they were flowers, not butterflies.
Flowers can purify the air, and geomantic omen theory can ward off evil spirits and attract wealth. Guangdong people are rich, so they especially like to buy flowers.
A world in a flower, a life in a flower. Every Phalaenopsis is a fresh life, which will bloom in its own world and show its noble quality to the world. The fragrance is far away, but there are real butterflies smelling it. When Hua Die is together, they can't tell which is a butterfly and which is an orchid.
Butterflies only love flowers, butterflies only live for flowers, and flowers are more vital because of their company. More and more butterflies flew in with Hua Die. My thoughts flew into the flowers, and I suspected that I was one of them, whether it was a flower or a butterfly.
Human life is like a flower. Once the flowering period is over, life is fleeting. Life is so short, why not be a beautiful butterfly orchid, stop worrying and quietly bloom its beautiful and noble quality in the flowering period?
Love is like a flower. Look at that butterfly guarding the beautiful blooming orchid. Isn't the flower of love blooming? Butterflies devote themselves to orchids, but flowers don't abandon butterflies. They are naturally connected with each other.
A breeze blew, and swarms of butterflies spread their wings and danced for orchids.
Love in life is like a flower. Why doesn't the world devote itself to love life like the recent butterfly?
Life is really not long, at least I was moved by the recent love. I hope the recent love can touch more people and cherish a beautiful life!