Asian Tulips | Beautiful Flower For Your Life !

Still is that this time yet, walk across the street, that is his only way home from work. Watch pointer was pointing to 8:00, the street lights, it’s still there when the bright day, but a little calmer. Today, Valentine’s Day, couples of young lovers is by him through the head, or on foot. A woman, her hands holding a bouquet of flowers, a man with a woman’s hand, and their faces were filled with a happy smile. Flowers left in the air, spread all over the romantic atmosphere, with whom he create a lot of possession and drunk. His mouth was a trace of a smile, that the general well-being, as water flows from the heart of the beautiful face. It was a beautiful face with delicate features and contours, a little thinner, his face in the course of time marks intertwined.
He had only two hands, who bought a flower shop, tulip, boasted the boss again and again that it was the authentic Dutch tulips. He chose a purple, and intends to give his girlfriend, although not here with him through this very special day, but he would like to express his wishes. What the white sticks, he will accidentally see it stand still, in many colorful compete competing in place of the flowers is so trivial and non-conspicuous manner. Instead, he was impressed by his pure and bright. So he could not with that help, bought sticks together. These are two flowers wrapped in plastic sheeting in case it is still a pearl petals, like a morning dew in general. Tulip lasting fragrance lingering in his side, and other flowers mixed together, he even moved there.
Fascinating statistics, he continued to walk in every day not too long after the trip is not too short, is the. At this point, he saw the girl, always rely on such a night, so he on the street. Or was, as usual, dressed in a lonely man in a beige cotton shirt, a messenger with a package. Short hair, looked so clean. They turn to cross the street, head of the girl, he saw was a face, so pure, the eyes are deep blue of the lake was like that as a rule, not the bottom. Expression shows are always a touch of melancholy. I do not know why he suddenly gave it sticks in his hand a white tulips, she had the impression that he seems very close. So to keep the pace with her, and that sticks in their hands and handed him a white tulip. Be “sent to you, Happy Valentine’s Day!” The girl looked up and saw a beautiful face and a hint of maturity, with a smile as bright as a flower in her hand. Girl she took sticks Tulip Road, met Xie, face emerging out of a trace of a smile. That smile was still indifferent, and melancholy.
In this way they know. “This is the first time that I got the boy gave me flowers, but also Valentine’s Day,” she said before the nose of Nazhi Coudao tulip, her skin is like a flower fair and clear and thorough sticks. They did not talk too much, but on the road, then walked side by side, as if only the depth of her heart, to talk to each other.
His three years ago to work in an IT company as a department head. A wealth of experience to his style, Ren Wei carefully seasoned. Their 19-year-old reading specialist at the University. In the following days, almost every day, go down this path together, and sometimes, after he saw a girl at the bus stop station waiting for him, and waited for him to take this last paragraph should be removed at home. He would bring the company some of their stuff, and she listened, not interrupting people get him, but so quietly that when a person heard. Sometimes a smile, and sometimes again frowned. Gradually, he took it as one of the best listeners are always happy, mind, or you do not tell her happy. He also brought his girlfriend to her all the things and hear them so quietly, shared his sadness and joy, the breakdown of his inner pain and joy. He knew that they were about him, because every time it was painful, she had always the highest comfort. In the brightly lit street lamps, neon lights flashing on the street, there will always see their presence.
That day will finally come to an end on that day he said: “clean, I will not accompany you on this way home on foot, and the company let me go to Shenzhen as the new manager of the company. This is his girlfriend will marry, settle down in this. “She heard a trace of sadness after the adoption of their eyes. Crystal eyes sparkling with tears, as it is usually bright and clear. He looked at her, it seems that some feelings of pity and dismay. She knew she could not get to save him. It is just one of the best listeners that he and the other nothing. As a psychologist, like, listened to his inner voice, he was said machine, would make the slightest emotion. It is much she loved him, from his first to give her love to a white tulip Naduo began in him. Has not the slightest reason, without the slightest suspicion, dass, This is her first love, but also the only time she was in love. She nodded softly, “I have a request, it should in every Valentine’s Day on a white tulip, please send to me?” He nods, “I promise you!” They walked up the street is very quiet, output only their feet instead of the rules by the monotonous voice.
The next day he went. After that they began to become more autistic, but also increasingly gaunt, remaining on the endless thoughts. She thought that he first met Valentine’s night, he sent him a white tulip, his smile as bright as flowers. Side by side to walk on the street, heard him tell his thoughts. She repeated chewing of these memories, which she has been to survive the only faith and hope.
Blink of an eye went to the Valentine’s Day, he followed the agreement to send her a bouquet of white tulips. Also attached was a letter, her hands excitedly, shaking, trembling with the piece of yellow envelope to open. He and his girlfriend in wedding photos, they are laughing, hugging, happiness, as a generalization of the flood between them. Her eyes began to blur with tears, landed big stars big stars fall on the pictures his smiling face. Tears like waves, usually a rampant at all levels, until the sea … … drowned her whole body.
Last visit in the hospital for an examination, the doctor had diagnosed her cancer, but also in an advanced stage. She began bleeding trivial walk from time to time, nose bleeding, brushing teeth, if you spit mouthfuls of red bloody water. Finally she was admitted to the hospital, lying on the bed, pale face die. Drug treatment for their hair loss. She sent him pictures of him on the pillow, still do not always see and to think that a walk with him a few nights and thought that it flowers at his Valentine’s Day, he thought everything was you yourself have put the minds of all and was not the point, to miss his memories.
Will from time to time to think about her and he thought she was melancholy expression, pure face. Every Valentine’s Day, he does not forget a bouquet of white tulips at her, then send her to say about his almost. But she had never been to respond. But lately, he was sent a letter that they are above a short span of few words, I would ask you, was recently able to get back? However, he told her that I have been working very busy, so that over a period of time, leave, come back.
Exactly is a Valentine’s Day, he was alone just off the plane at the airport, in the flower shop and bought a white tulip. For three years, what changes did not know them. It should work, and he I thought. He became more mature and stable to create his face a dash of excitement view. He seemed straight home, the door was her mother, she hoarsely, his face deeply wrinkled, his head was completely white hair had. “Are you Lin Jiun-it?” Her face suddenly appeared from an infinite sadness. He nodded his head. “This is my daughter left, she let me give you come up with a” with a letter to her drawer. He took the envelope silent reading: Thank you, I have sent flowers for Valentine’s Day no one received, the favorite flower is what happy! “She was suffering from cancer, passed away last year to June. She was telling me sick to heal them, and then you can go to Shenzhen. But the situation is getting worse, and they know that you are in this have work and family, I do not let them influence you. In it, knowing that they will not work quickly, she wrote a letter to you again you one last time but they never came back, it was not to blame, because they do not say that she was sick. “sobbed the mother’s side as he spoke. While his portrait is in limbo for a mind like a blank was. In the hands of the tulip also fell to the ground. Tears to the whereabouts of a number of places. Remorse with guilt rushed to my mind and left him to suffocate.
He came to her grave, put the rods white tulips on the grave, his hands crossed fingers for her deep prayer. Their melancholy smile again before his eyes. He also came Natiao they had traveled this road together, as you see, when her short hair, to turn around and go on clean face. They go together side by side here, he complained to her with her spirit. At this point he is so lacking in them that he was also deeply in love with her, but there was a feeling of pressure in his heart, there is no release. Now he has in his body every corner of the spread. Tears, as was the water through the dam broke in an instant. Every day after Valentine’s Day, it is presented to them a white tulip, it, along with his deep thoughts about her.