Purple lavender, Sweet makes me cry

If it is said that the color of missing is purple, if it is said that the color of waiting is purple, if it is said that the color of memory is purple, if it is said that the color of staying together for a lifetime is also purple, then, I would like to bloom purple forever for you. I have always been fond of lavender. Provence lavender garden in France is the sweet paradise that can moisten people’s hearts most. Being addicted to lavender is an unspeakable dream feeling, it carries a little complicated mystery. Once you fall in love, you will be hopeless and unable to extricate yourself. Everyone knows that lavender originated in Provence, France. It has a reputation of waiting for love, because it is purple, but the fragrance of flowers is intoxicating and has become the flower of romantic representatives of love. Lavender is actually a small purple flower. If you look at a flower alone, you will definitely not feel very beautiful. When you see the endless purple lavender fluctuating with the wind, you will feel refreshed, relaxed and happy. Take a closer look at the flowers and small purple flower in front of you. One plant is upright and born, just like a noble princess with elegant and gentle fragrance in its pure beauty, enchanting and gorgeous, full of beauty, without losing peace and tranquility. That wonderful feeling cannot be expressed in words. I don’t know if you still remember when we met, at that time, you came to me with a bunch of purple lavender in your hand. When the breeze gently blows, the fragrance of lavender comes to your nose, you said the flower language of lavender is: as long as we have a heart-to-heart, we can see miracles and wait for our own love. You also told me the story about lavender, it is a spoony story of a young girl waiting for a young man and a long and romantic wait. Do you know? You are my lavender, you are the person I have been waiting for so long, you opened the heart of my first girl, you broke into my world, you tell me: lavender is our eternal agreement and our true love. No matter what, it will never change forever and ever. Time flies. You told me that you want to study abroad and let me wait for you to come back. Once again, you want to leave, and it is the purple flower sea. You shuttle through the flower sea with your slender hands. The Purple Dew has blurred my eyes, you smiled and put on the purple lavender Corolla for me, then turned around and left. The waiting is long, but it is also happy and romantic, because I have purple lavender company, waiting for your return with this purple beauty. When I miss you, the purple beauty will send me a wisp of flowers, just like the smell on your body; When I want to see you, the purple beauty will send me a bunch of lavender, just like what you gave me for the first time, it is so romantic and warm. Suddenly Looking back, three spring, summer, autumn and winter have passed. Finally, you told me that you came back and let me wait for you at home. I am really happy and my waiting is worth it. When I saw you again, you still came to me slowly with a bunch of purple lavender in your hand, just like we first met. I couldn’t control it for a long time. Tears had fallen across my cheeks, you hold me in your arms, lavender is in the middle of us, and I smell the familiar elegant fragrance of flowers and the smell of you. Everything is so beautiful, sweet and romantic. Purple lavender has a kind of the flavor of reminiscence. Although it is waiting, it is elegant because of its strong strength and shyness because of its dim color. It is the price to wait for you to drop from flower to grass. Purple lavender, mutual faith, mutual agreement. I am obsessed with purple lavender, and I am more obsessed with the body fragrance with lavender fragrance on you. It is so reassuring and makes me feel happy and sweet. Our love is as beautiful as a fairy tale, everything is accompanied by lavender. I love purple lavender, which makes you appear in my world. Purple lavender is my flower language: constant waiting.

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