There are dried roses in twos and threes in the vase on the wooden cabinet, and peony in the sour milk bottle that has not been thrown away. The ground is full of forget-me-not dried flower barrels, and the bamboo basket on the workbench is filled with crystal-clear dried flowers.
Dried roses are like flowers in Qian Fan. The joys and sorrows in the future are irrelevant. We may have loved, but all kinds of bumps along the way have exhausted all the nutrients about love.
1. I made dried roses from roses sent by my boyfriend. Only these can I keep these flowers longer. This is my boyfriend's heart. I can't waste them.
2. I like drinking tea, especially the tea made of dried roses, which is fragrant and can be used in beauty beauty. It is harmless for girls to drink more rose tea.
This meeting is really a miracle, just like the Sahara is full of roses, and I happened to meet you.
The roses are blooming, and I miss you very much.
You are my distant, secret and inviolable rose.
Roses are very bright, red and white, rouge color, like a little girl's face, so lovely.
Those bloom, may be a short time, but love is a lifetime.
Miss the beauty of autumn and winter, and someone will send spring to your eyes.
The only thing in the world that makes you blush more colorful is such a bunch of roses.
In the days to come, besides the fragrance of roses, there will be moonlight.
Life is like a rose, each petal represents a dream, and each thorn represents a reality.
The roses are blooming, and I miss you very much.
Instead of complaining that the rose bushes are full of thorns, we should be grateful that the roses have been born in the flowers.
Roses were raised at home. After a few days, in the dead of night, I heard the sound of flowers falling. At first, it was a tentative "bang", like a drop of rain hitting the table. Then, with a click, countless butterflies were shot down and fell from the sky.