Greek mythical bluebells, the sun god Apollo loved. Jealous of the west put the disc thrown at the head of bluebells, then flow out of the blood spilled on the ground, then out of Campanula flowers. Therefore, it is the language of flowers is jealous. Those who are born this blessed people to spend, Du Zhanyu strong hope lover twenty-four hours of their own. However, this will likely be counter-productive!
Like the personality of Campanula:
1. Creativity. Commemorate the fifth century AD, Parry Archbishop of Canterbury Italian saint, and his artistic talent for people to create many beautiful poems. Thus, the language of flowers, flower creativity. Where the blessing of this flower is born by the person who is a very excellent creativity, and thus has an attractive artistic temperament, personality independent, does not like to depend on others.
2. The blessing from afar.
3. Thanks. Like the flower you are indebted to the people, others give you grace, you will bear them in mind.
4. Gentle love.
There is no perfect person, including yourself.
The legend of Bellflower:
As night fell, all things sleep
Campanula not sleep alone, Azi and Lily’s love for her tales of love and a desire for a curious, she exudes the fragrance at night, in this special way, thinking about the future muddle of hope.
The only good news is that wind chimes can be turned into the grass family looks beautiful girls, compared to other flowers family, this is very envious of things, but when the dawn of this moment, it would mean that they The fate of the tragedy began.
If you can love one day, a person can feel distressed themselves, such memories should be arriving over the future of all of the pain, right?
What is love, give each fairy are sorry? Bluebells flower fairy who think their say:
“If I can, I really want to like you turned into a girl, emigrated with love.”
“Grass, you will not understand, and once fell in love with human beings, destined to be planted will hurt the root.” … …
A gust of wind too. Bring the crushing of the sobbing, bluebells back back to God, the horizon the sun gradually rising, dyed RBT.
She sniffed hard to finally make a decision so as not to have any regrets, she decided to spend with their powder blue bag containing a few endless love in words, then let it stand white dandelion in Haijiaotianya.
Collection of a mood, tarried a little look. Do not mistaken, RBT is the guardian of bluebells.
没有评论:
发表评论