Flos trolli

In the beauty of the prairie, green waves, whether in the hills and optional or the view of the vast higyway goes in, can stretch far into the sky, like just out of the water, the silk drifted across the blue, clear serene. White clouds like the flock of grazing the heavenly palace, the blue sky, from a peak grazing to another peak, and to a different position and at will. And in their lower part, green fields, growing freedom to a wide variety of flowers and plants, they or beam in the side of the road, teams, or in hill, the canyon, can be seen everywhere. Emily, carnations, star of grass, and of of all kinds, string of chrysanthemum... These in the city park or flower shop of flowers, see in the highlands also see them figure, sometimes without artificial the role of, they are more delicate and natural. The grasshopper, Tracy, wheeled leg finches, the ant flower...... All kinds of image and not famous flower, different colour crisscross together, the sea had its standing. Make you feel like a grain of dust, wind to come, you have drowned in the boundless in the land.

But, if not to the plateau, you wouldn't think of, even heard about you will not believe, on top of the mountain can see lotus. Her swaying posture is not in the water, but the graceful graceful in plateau hillside.

But he really is the lotus, her petals and pond of lotus petals are the same, but many, small than lotus petals color is not like red or white lotus of shame. Golden, and some partial red, accidentally will plunge your eye, like the night air dazzling morning star. In the sky, flowers and plants scattered you don't pay attention to all difficult.

Has not been very believe in love at first sight, but I saw her but bang however move. If the lotus is stuck in the heart of the elegant woman, the pool is clearly she walked out of the fairy queen self-flowing. When her picture high and also like casually into my view, and I couldn't eyes from her body will be taken away. Her beauty even let me some fear. That is clearly a showily, her petals as like citron lifted, some linear stamen in sitting there. Although flowers is not big, but here, no doubt she is king, despite her around, and open flowers, not less than one hundred kinds of those in other places, if may also is the focus the attention of the, however, and flos trolli adjacent and house, they then to appear some lost, they are like her skirt of the buttons, but only to a foil and ornament only.

Stem slender, as is her * * of the waist, the wind, the wind to both wave and decide, the golden crowns is it her crown?...... Prairie rolling, I don't know the creator's finger is how to make the house of arc for, but I was very believe, in the depths of the white clouds there are, and she is the celestial from where the woman, no water only the wind, and she only is in mist in picking the dew, the heaven and the earth through the best moist sallow aura to her body, skin if a word to describe coagulate fat, she is again appropriate but.

Listen to the tour guide said, he still can be used to heal, its effect is uncommon. Especially, nurture the skin made scented tea clean. It was said that the queen mother xiao liao countries per day three roses, old age, still skin as the snow, seemingly youth. But I prefer to believe she is the fairy, especially see a self-flowing news reports, "said one of the hills in Inner Mongolia, according to top, the Buddha let me believe that he is not more common flower

I unintentionally to encounter with her, go to the izharites, stone forest cruise o figure, the car at the top of the hill stands to stone forest needed to walk after a period ", is a slightly slope in the street, the color of the both sides of her in the first place went to my eye hooks. They are not clouds into a bundle, just like the stars fell on a hillside, the flowers of higher than average and so one section, and sometimes the wind pass by, orange flower will be waving, when seen from afar, you will think that is a group of butterfly in the fan? Play

People, always in good things to have lost the rational before, whether the beauty of dynamic or static beauty, a but met, he will stretch out beautiful claws firmly hold your heart, let you cannot and will not easily forget to, the degree of crazy, as if love is very deep of lovers.

But she is not the ubiquitous in Inner Mongolia,, I only in two places to see her, and growth of the area where she is not a covering. But hundreds of square meters. One is the stone forest, one is at the dam, the qing dynasty royal yards grassland.

At the dam grassland, I don't think of can and once again she met. When to see WuLanBu series on the introduction of a call flos trolli beach area will have to visit her. She still poses to sit cui spread spread in the chariot. Different is, is this a choice in the near the place where water, it reminds me of "one's family, ZaiShuiYiFang" verse. The surrounding mountain, QingPing among green jade, a piece of hinterland, flat and quiet. Her in front of the growth was a little a lot of lake, green corrugated, white clouds swimming in the water, the shadow of peaks in the water stand on his head. I think that the more should be given to the earth a mirror of the notable, perhaps, in the rosy clouds were the rising every day, she will be there to lens dress?

Here, I use the worship the mood of the film kiss her forehead and she was there was the smell. The smell is appropriate, breathing down the color such as glycol, a heart as blood and unrecoginized of * *, stretched to the body every inch of * *.

Immediately left the grassland, thought I later may never see her, the heart has the extremely shed, is like do not want to leave my colleague's brothers and sisters, day high road far, I don't know whether we have goodbye day. So, I be very careful took off two flowers, pious into my carry-on diary. I know, later her tender face will only jade-like stone in the dream for me, she was the youth is I carry away, her soul also will not leave this piece of strange and wonderful place.

But, I will still take her to the south, come to my garden small pieces. With her, I can hold in the day of grassland, I can in her yellow leaves of see the sky in passing cloud, in her ruffled when the touch to the grass. And the full-bodied fragrance, it is the prairie eldest brother, is the blue day, flow of green, a flying horse and I most dear brothers and sisters.

Flos trolli, my beautiful grassland trip, I will cherish her life!!!!!