Wildflowers by the roadside

"Don't pick wild flowers by the roadside" is a song sung by Teresa Teng. Someone added a funny sentence, "Don't pick white, don't pick white".

Of course, Teresa Teng's songs don't mean not to pick wild flowers on the roadside. The "roadside wildflowers" in the song is a metaphor. What is metaphor? Everybody knows that.

I like wild flowers on the roadside. Although they grow on the roadside, even in the wild, unattended, exposed to wind and rain, exposed to the sun and rain, and attacked by pests, they stubbornly and recklessly bloom their own flower of life, and at the same time dress up nature, making our living environment colorful.

Wildflowers on the roadside are often despised and ignored, and their beauty can't be seen or appreciated. You can even pinch them off and step on them.

Wildflowers are the masters of nature. No matter the flowers on the private balcony or the flowers in the botanical garden, they are all wild flowers from nature. Without wild flowers in nature, there would be no so-called home flowers.

My group of wild flowers are all picked from the nearby roadside or in front of the house. I don't know anything about photography. I'm really sorry about these wild flowers. Whatever, put it here and show it to your favorite friends.

In a clump of weeds, bit by bit, I accidentally saw them. So I filmed it. What flowers? I don't know.

This is not a flower, but the fruit of grass. This kind of grass is called "bleaching" in my hometown. I remember when I was in primary school, my teacher used this kind of grass and polished rice to cook us a "bitter with sweet" meal, which was extremely bitter, strange to eat and difficult to swallow.

Morning glory is also called morning glory.

Chrysanthemum indicum, from Huang Cancan. In the morning, I am full of energy, and I am golden under the sunshine.

I don't know what flower it is. Pieces and pieces. Purple, purple stamens, purple petals and small flowers. It looks beautiful.

I don't know what flower it is. Flowers are like broccoli. When I was young, I felt dizzy when I saw this flower for some reason.

They are all the same species of wild chrysanthemums. If not, then I'm sure the second picture is called mint chrysanthemum. Cool and detoxify.

The stems are thin and crisp. Shame, flower knowledge is too lacking. I don't know its name.

They are not morning glory. I like it, but I don't. What flowers? I don't know.

This kind of flower has a long flowering period. White is right and pure. Purple, light color. Clusters, competing to open.

Like starfish. It was hidden in the grass, and I parted the grass to reveal its beautiful face.

Wild wheat is very kind when you see it. It's my memory of my hometown. Not since I left my hometown. So, as soon as I saw it, I was busy taking a few pictures.

I was going to write a short article about it these days, but I accidentally saw them. What is this? Wild strawberries. Grow in the shade. My hometown calls them "snakeheads". Why is it called "snake skull"? I don't know. Probably because adults are afraid that we will be poisoned and won't let us eat. I once ate it secretly, sweet and juicy.

I don't know the names of any of the flowers and plants below.

Wild mulberry. It's expensive now. A small box can sell for fifteen yuan. Not so wild.

Well, that's all.