By zkoct

I love this season,

It is the season of flowers.

They are blooming everywhere,

They bloom in my heart and my eyes.

They make me feel sunshine in the daytime,

They also make me feel stars twinkling in the night.

As an middle aged person,

I feel energized again.

How I want to be a bee,

How I want to be a butterfly.

Then I could live there all the day,

Then I might live there all till die.

I love all the flowers(though I dunt know their name),

I love this season.

I love this season,

It is the season of women.

They dress themselves just like flowers,

I can see their beauty styles all the way.

No matter they are dark or white,

Though some of them are old enough.

But while the breeze was passing by,

Gone with it were their long strait hairs.

This makes my feeling of tired terminated,

Vigour and courage are backing in to my body.

Just the smell of their fragrance,

Makes me feel young and active.

Women are to be loved(younger or older),

And I love this season.