A good sentence for lavender, a beautiful sentence to describe lavender

Lavender, which gathers the beauty and connotation of a lifetime, is in full bloom at the moment.

Lavender dē flower language, quietly. Waiting for your own love, simple, you can stay away from the world, away from the noise, away from those disturbances, let yourself belong only to yourself.

Under the blue sky, in the breeze, in the sunshine, in the fields, lavender is whispering those romantic stories.

The simplicity, romance and simplicity of lavender represent a style, a unique and tranquil aroma, condensed with the purest pastoral taste.

I quietly looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and it was blue.

Leaning down and looking at your feet, there are beautiful lavender fields.

Looking at lavender, tears gradually blurred his eyes.

Yes, I admit I remembered him.

He has the same smile as lavender.

In front of me was a patch of lilac.

I don't want to stare with my eyes.

It only makes me sad.

Waiting is the first old age in life.

It's a thing that makes people lose weight day by day.

It's an inexplicable sadness before lifting.

It's a feast in memory.

It is not to be drunk or drunk, but it must be fought for.

Drunk. Lavender's waiting, will it definitely be exchanged for happiness?

How many people are willing to wait like lavender?

Waiting for the happiness you brought me, looking forward to the arrival of my god of luck, but all this is not going back, and that time has passed.

The lavender of Provence is gone, and my happiness will never return.

Lavender's hopeless wait was nothing more than his fate.

I thought I was standing still and you would come back to me.

I thought that with that bunch of lavender, our love would not wither.

And now, with the lavender of Provence, our love has withered.

Love is a beautiful word from ancient times to the present.

Let how many literati and writers sing praises and sighs.

Infatuated men and women swimming in the ocean of love.

Left behind the beauty and sorrow of the ages.

Everything in the world is born and dies in the movement of contradictions and mutations.

Flowers fly and flowers fall, and the tide rises and falls.

Time records the traces of loss.

Love is not a beautiful paradise.

God could only look at his people helplessly.

The songs we used to love to listen to together are now different.

Don't let the shackles of love lock you up.

Don't feel sorry for yourself and be narcissistic for love.

Boring promises are like a flash in the pan of the sky.

The sky was clear when I woke up.

Let go of each other's hands and escape from the confusion.

(1) What first attracted me was the power of incense. The blue-purple pillar of incense was released silently until it burned itself out. The blue and white smoke swirled up, and through the swirling smoke, I looked at it gently, and the smoke that kept going up and disappeared immediately turned into concrete and vague images, the white horse galloping out of thin air, the flying Bodhisattva with water sleeves, and the graceful and amorous fingertips.

Everything slowly disillusioned in Youyou, leaving a clear fragrance.

2) I slowly learned about lavender. A kind of lavender is a unique aroma, mint with a bit of camphor spicy, light to the extreme. Its leaves and flowers hide many invisible oil glands that give off a fragrance when touched.

The tired spirit is stretched and enriched again in the fragrance of flowers.

Lavender is so vigorous that it is affectionately called "the herb of the poor". Perhaps it is an elf that accidentally fell into the mortal world, punished by the heavens in the form of grass and trees, but secretly retains the precious fragrance and the flowers of Nana, waiting for the simple and kind people.

(3) I quietly looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and it was very blue. Leaning down and looking at your feet, there are beautiful lavender fields. Looking at lavender, tears, hurriedly blurred eyes. Yes, I deny that I remembered him. He has the same smile as lavender.