Chrysanthemum is fragrant（一）

Several autumn, easily cool, the heart of the Chengdu Plain.
To escape are those roses, beautiful and noble peony lotus. South of them in plain, assembly, winding.
Legend, plain to the south of these flowers are familiar, they took away all of the Reiki Emei, besieged in the Lugu Lake area, every night whisper, only to that field last spring event.
And she is still the most unsocial one, a loner, habitat in the quiet place, tranquil in the ups and downs with the mighty bears, in full bloom and flaming, despite years of skin floating in the time, in the quiet eye wrapped in a circle, dissipated, not have to worry also afraid.
But more often, she was with his companions, throwing pungent hot to open. Cluster of clusters, a pool of a pool, a slope of a slope, slope in the wasteland field, but without losing the freedom of the barren land, left and right channeling, expanding in all directions, advance, step, step by step for the business.
They continue to grow themselves, often, the last stream of several strains, the development of clusters of a certain year; this year, the number under the fence before the bundle Hom, next year will multiply into a garden. Scattered, and to bring together; into blocks, and to contiguous.
Yes, they always stand together tightly, in the west, in the frost, the staff side of the light gold, deep yellow, or red gold banner of forging, clear fire, and thick, such as wine, wild gestures, as Triumph Return of the Warriors.
"Until the autumn to September 8, after the flowers bloom I kill."
Very self, she is always thinking about how to how to open to open, like where to open on where to open, and never bind themselves, without any person from bondage. She looked at the sun during the day and night, stare at the stars and the moon will not hide their brilliant colors to vent into a river into the waterfall, with the aroma of divergent interpretation of pipa sky "House of Flying Daggers," the heroic ... ...