Her bud in December month days,
Just blooming endings of the Spring Festival in February,
In the spring of march.
This flower on my desk computer, standing for more than one hundred days.
Yesterday I gave them a photo.
I don't have the record when they bloom fresh appearance,
But I will keep them wither handsome,
They once delicate and charming let people endless imagination.
Beauty is not in the tentacles wan,
Is in the mind of infinite shore.
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