Prose Poetry: Daisy

I'm sitting on the stalk with a bunch of daisies on my right.

Further to the left, I wonder if Mingshui Lake is shallow or rising. The face of the goddess Lingshan is veiled, looming, spying on the earth.

I really want to lie next to the daisy. But I know that prickly leaves can penetrate the skin. In just a few minutes, those ants who are busy around the flower core will quickly climb from my feet to me. After all, I am so close to the ground now.

The white petals of daisies soon occupied my heart, and the smell of earth and grass was so familiar. The energy of sunlight moistens the fields, and I am sleepy by the warm waves from this mountain.

Fold my leg and arch it into a bridge. Finally, I knelt down as if I had entered the world of daisies.

A bee and a butterfly come to visit.

The bee landed on the petals with a bang, causing a tremor. Daisy seemed refreshed and relieved.

Bees can see colors that humans can't see. This little thing, known as Zhiduoxing in the insect world, can dance, communicate, have a good memory and strong learning ability. Every daisy yearns for bee pollination.

Butterflies can also pollinate, and they look elegant and chic when picking powder. Butterflies are probably more willing to be lovers of daisies, swinging gently with daisies, like a modest gentleman, which can be described as gentle as jade, or as microwaves without rings.

Birds flapped their wings from the low altitude, and an ignorance awakened my immersion. I thought it was a long time, but it was only a few minutes. Birds also pollinate flowers. All animals actually exist around plants.

Daisy's flower language is love hidden in the bottom of my heart. In the west, daisies are used to predict love.

Spoony men and women peel off the petals of daisies. Every time they peel off a piece, they silently say "love me", then peel off another piece and silently say "don't love me" until the last petal is peeled off. This is the lover's mind.

I turned to daisies again.

Maybe from a physics or biology class or reading a book, I suddenly know that all visible pigments such as red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple will be reflected into white after entering the human eye.

White is not a color. I began to like white flowers.

Some women are like white daisies. You can be gregarious or proudly independent; Don't be greedy for the floating world, don't pollute lead China. In Shan Ye, you can be free in the wind. If you are uprooted, you can die as a man of character.

But men are used to turning a blind eye to the things around them, paying little attention to the charm of the blue sky, and taking the green that sustains survival for granted, especially the white daisies. Men have to use different colors to shine at the moment.

A pair of men and women, sharing the most secret side of life, began to pay tribute to honesty.

I yearn for the love and color of daisies. I seem to love daisies very much. But every time I meet in the wilderness, I can't help but fold some back to the house and let the flowers and branches of daisies dry up in my desk glass bottle and the wind blows them into specimens.

Love is the eternal theme of mankind. And my love, sometimes selfish and cruel.

This era is so impetuous that more and more people can't express their love. Many people are slowly learning to forget until they are too painful to cry. A woman will eventually become a plant. For example, daisies.