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Beautiful prose when Vanilla invited beginning of autumn.
Beginning of autumn, with clear lines and crisp, blocks the summer heat. Between the movements of the nose, the smell of autumn seeped into my heart. Long-planned thoughts, like autumn leaves, spread in succession, spreading beautiful encounters to Jiaocheng County, which is just a stone's throw away.

Highway, on the left is Qingqing Guandi Mountain, and on the right is the murmuring Wenyu River. On both sides, bright flowers, a momentum, a fearless spread, walked full of energy. What flowers are so beautiful? What kind of flowers are so unyielding? Friends are anthomaniac, but Gesanghua. Entrust the Tibetan people's expectations for happiness and auspicious Gesanghua.

Unexpected grass, pleasant invitation, first meeting, is luck, is fate, I have an impulse to pay tribute.

Gesang flowers blown by the grassland monsoon, with straight stems and linear leaves, hold small plates like flowers. Like colorful skirts of Tibetan girls, like colorful Hada of grassland herders, they open and open against the golden sun and never leave. Red is not bright, pink is good, and white is holy. Single layer, eight petals, simple and clear. The yellow heart is round and full. Transparent petals, slender and stretched. If a cup full of nectar ripples like a water wave. With a smile, beauty, happiness, surging strength and tenacious will, I grew up on the edge of asphalt road, barren soil and dry road sections.

Holy Gesanghua, beautiful but not delicate, simple but not soft. Not afraid of the wind and rain, not afraid of the noise of the dust, open in the silent time, warm people's tired eyes, people admire.

Happy Gesang flowers send fragrance to passers-by. Like a young guard of honor, with a straight back and optimism, every flower radiates bright and open-minded light and is spotless. They became a group of Guandi Mountain; It became a wreath of Wenyu River; It became the hair band of the 320 highway; When I was in early autumn, it became a beautiful invitation; The phone may freeze permanently.

Looking around, a large area is romantically rendered and occupied by purple. Large tracts of purple are scattered around, layered on top of each other, extending continuously, just like the seven fairies throwing purple clothes on the ground, just like the graffiti master knocking over the purple palette and the purple clouds falling from the sky. Another unexpected herb, another happy invitation. Blend into the bustling crowd and forget the gentleness of purple.

Piece by piece, line by line, ridge by ridge, branch by branch, diffuse, undulating and rippling, like autumn, clear and lofty. Suspicious, what kind of flowers are so beautiful and elegant, so tall and beautiful, so dreamy starry sky? Looking around, a small tree-shaped yellowcard indicates the white font-lavender.

Oh! That's it! It's a gift from my son on Mother's Day-lavender essential oil, which should come from his mother. What an unexpected surprise! Dream of surprises! Miracle in my heart!

After short trips again and again, I met the famous French provence lavender. In my mind, it is so far away and illusory to enjoy the bright sunshine, blue sky and charming lavender in the Mediterranean. Lavender with a beautiful love story will only make people think. Is it God's blessing or mutual fate to meet lavender that I have been obsessed with for a long time? Actually, I think this is an ordinary invitation.

I was so excited that I got drunk and crawled around under the flower sea like an urchin. I can't wait to put all the Ziyun brocade in my eyes and hold it in my arms completely.

I look closely at its shape: stem, upright; Old branches, grayish brown; Leaves, strips and willows; Flowers, drums, blue-purple, green pedicels, umbrellas, spikes.

I explore its growth process: lavender was introduced and cultivated by Xinjiang Corps in the early 1960s. This golden lavender with exotic flavor was planted in the northwest border of China 15 square meter. Leng Xia is hot in winter in Xinjiang, with abundant sunshine and large temperature difference. After many improvements and repeated experiments, Xinjiang Corps finally had a small harvest in the early 1970s, the planting area was expanded to 15 mu, and one kilogram of essential oil was extracted. Since then, exotic lavender has taken root in the Great Wall. After more than 50 years of changes and time, lavender finally formed a climate and established a new hometown at the foot of Tianshan Mountain and Ili Valley in Xinjiang. As a plant immigrant, I now plant lavender in Daijiazhuang Village, Huili Township, Jiaocheng County.

I am in the countryside under the sea of flowers, wearing a white lining and a thick coat of sapphire yarn, which is very suitable for the tone of lavender. Like a blue-purple butterfly, it jumps on the track and field, with purple flowers in full bloom, purple stars exploding, purple wings dancing and purple light flashing. Squat down, whisper to the flower and listen to it whisper "waiting for love" Give ear to its breath from the depths of the soil.

I like being so close, just like snuggling up to my long-cherished lover, catching it with my eyes and enjoying its blue-purple elegance like a sugar-coated gourd pattern. It is pleasant in body and mind, sweet and beautiful, lasting happiness and confession of amorous feelings. I seem to have become a lavender. In a trance, graceful purple, like smoke and fog, elegant purple, curling up. There are countless pairs of purple eyes, countless purple hairs and countless purple clothes in the manor. I planted a branch and reached my nose. I doubt it. Why can't I smell the flowers? Gently crush the flower drum to solve the puzzle, and the restrained fragrance floats implicitly from the crushed petals, and the fragrance ripples and fluctuates. What a real vanilla beauty, spice baby. It deserves to be a quiet perfume plant, the king of spices and the queen of aromatic herbs that amazes the world.

I am full of thoughts and drunk. The call of peers drags the pace of travel.

More purple, different colors, different shapes. Thick as purple, restless and overflowing. Like a purple sea, purple waves toss and turn.

Dense, dense, like a purple meteor shower, splashing the desire to expand, like pink stars dotted with branches, like delicate pink umbrellas gathered together. Waist-high poles, egg-shaped leaves, swaying posture and delicate colors are richer than lavender, more gorgeous than lavender and softer than lavender. The high tide is like spring water, rushing, jingling, shining and interweaving. You hold my hand, I touch your head, you hold me, and I repay your tenderness. Clusters of buds, without opening their mouths, laughed heartily, like dolls in the market, one after another, like spectators in an open-air theater. Thank you here, open there, lost here, like a harmonious family, save all the enthusiasm and stir up the prosperous days. Such as whipping the carriage, rippling back and forth, lasting appeal.

As the name implies. It's called vervain.

I fell into it and let the waist-high verbena bathe my whole body. I listen to its gorgeous rhetoric of "looking forward to love". Touching its slender and tough stem is the devil's nemesis. Watching its bright and simple flowers is regarded as a sacred flower in Christianity and given a symbol of peace in religious ceremonies. I bumped into a mountain full of purple rhyme, silent love, silent joy, silent obsession.

How can you be obsessed? Why can't you wake up? The sage with deep purple desire is still greeting me.

What kind of prosperity is this? Lush leaves, serrated edges, Yangtze River Delta-like, holding arrowhead-like stems, layers of upward inflorescences, like long umbrellas in cages, flowers open to the sun, covered with purple pedicels, like firecrackers hanging. If you don't look carefully, it is difficult to tell who is lavender and who is sage.

To tell the truth, many times, we like to judge people by their appearances and by their names. Like lavender, it is well known and fascinating. Sages, as the name implies, feel obscene and it is difficult to be elegant.

I want to come, Sage thought. Whether you like it or not has nothing to do with me. What if we praise it or belittle it? When I was in beginning of autumn, it was my heyday, and I had the responsibility to crack and open it. This plant exploded, and that tree exploded. This is my character. It is my nature to be free and persistent.

In fact, salvia miltiorrhiza Bunge, which can enhance memory and wisdom, is a symbol of wisdom and an important raw material for men's perfume. It is regarded as a panacea in the west, with beauty beauty, anti-bacterial, anti-inflammatory and anti-corrosion effects.

Simple sage, shining with plain luster. The faint fragrance of flowers releases the belief of not wasting time with anyone, just want to make every second a beautiful day. When the wind blows, it rises and falls, responding to the call of the wind and releasing the breath of wisdom.

I walk in the purple world. Looking around, the background of green mountains and green waters, the agility of green water flowing manor. White notes, snow-white pianos, spinning windmills and wooden pavilions are dotted in purple waves, embedded in the beautiful picture of wedding dresses and reflected in the creaking sound.

When Vanilla invited beginning of autumn. Thanks for meeting all the way, happy Gesanghua, beautiful lavender, vervain longing for love, wise sage. One visual impact picture after another, another foreign experience, another herb with profound philosophy. ...