One of the most beautiful orchid photography.

In May, the wind is light and the clouds are light, flowers are in full bloom, and green sails and seas are everywhere. In this season, no one says that it is a desolate season, and no one does not believe that it is a season full of hope.

Orchids have a wide variety and are precious ornamental plants. According to incomplete statistics, there are more than 700 genera and 20,000 species in the world. I bought a pot of orchids for my family a month ago, also called Four Seasons Orchid, including Xia Lan and Qiu Lan, which bloom in summer. Four seasons orchids are strong and tall, with beautiful green leaves and flowers. They are not afraid of the heat and cold, have strong vitality and are easy to cultivate.

When I am free every day, I always like to stand quietly in front of the flower, think about it quietly, look at it quietly, and always like to touch it gently. There is a long red branch in the middle of the slender leaves. The branch is erect, not too delicate, not too impetuous and not too charming, but it has a fragrant taste, soft and fresh, and his flowers are elegant and light makeup.

I like orchids because of a friend. He likes orchids. He won an award for shooting orchids. He likes orchids and is as careful as his children. He has too many feelings and explanations about orchids. He keeps a lot of orchids. In summer, he likes to move all the orchids in the room, so that the whole room is full of faint fragrance and has a warm feeling.

Looking at the pale yellow orchid last night, I couldn't help touching it with my hand. The feeling of love, the deep affection I once had, and the deepest love that went deep into my heart suddenly overflowed my heart. At that moment, the night was surprisingly quiet. Quiet can make me hear my heartbeat, and quiet can make me feel my breath. Maybe my heart was broken before I knew it, maybe my heart was broken before I knew it. The pale yellow petals, curled up in my hands, are silent, but now my heart is rolling like waves, shaking with pain and getting a fright.

I raise a lot of flowers, and I also like to listen to the sound of flowers falling in the quiet night. Feelings of loss and sadness often wake up my dreams. When flowers bloom, we just appreciate them. When the flowers fall, we just sigh. I like flowers because they are beautiful, and I like flowers because they are helpless.

Life is not about flowers blooming and falling, it is about flowers blooming and falling when you are proud, and it is about flowers falling when you are frustrated. When we are proud, we often feel happy for ourselves and for ourselves. When we are frustrated, we often feel sad and depressed for ourselves. When the flowers bloom, there will be flowers, and when the flowers fall, there will be flowers, and so will life. If you are frustrated, you will be proud, and if you are proud, you will be frustrated. There is no eternal smooth sailing, no eternal good weather, and no eternal success and failure.

I like orchids and many flowers, but in my heart, I know that I will always be a grass, a grass that can't bloom, but is strong, fruitless and dedicated.