The hyacinth, it is because of its name to like it. Think it can to the rumour is getting about flower to pass love at the same time like dandelion. Bear bunches of buds like small bell on that vigorous and grassy green stem leaf, become it Lenovo corner sting bell bang purple crystal aeolian bell in windowsill accidentally.
The hyacinth, is it? You have legends beautiful, the flower turned into with the blood then in American juvenile sea hard plucked instrument, the incarnation with unyielding life, the life who will never disappear turns into the multifarious vigorous hyacinth that bursts forth.
The hyacinth, do you know? How many lives have not found time to be in full bloom. Those opened small flower unknown by the people at the foot of the hill, has had transient adolescence beautiful too. The hyacinth, do you know? People give you a sacred colored language, " so long as light the fire of the life, can enjoy sumptuous life together. " How many lives fragile like small flower but have, a dozen of rain, sheds tears, the wind blows, will bow. The hyacinth, do you know? There are a lot of small flowers of life in this world, do not think of brave and noble-minded burning, only wants to burst forth in the quiet a corner silently, only want to remain thin delicate fragrance in the deep valley.
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