Don't forget what my language is. Don't forget me.

1. Don't forget my fancy words: eternal love and friendship.

A little melancholy, a little mysterious, a little warm, or a little unspeakable emotion, right?

What kind of expectation and hope should a "forget-me-not" be?

It's still misty and misty.

two。 I still sit lazily at the window, lazily recalling the face that is too familiar to be known any more.

Remembering the eyebrow, the eyes, the indifferent smile at the corners of his mouth and the warmth of his whispers.

What else is there? Is it the warm body temperature when hugging each other? Is it the familiar look in the eyes when holding hands? Is it the one full of forget-me-not when you send me off? Is it something you want to shake but can't get rid of? Or this life that you want to hold but can't hold?

The farewell scene has long been forgotten, and the only memory is that a handful of purple forget-me-not is exaggerated and brilliant in the rain.

What about the rest of the day? No poetry, no painting, everything is as quiet as a lake, no waves. People are as happy and worry-free as enlightened monks, with morning bells and twilight drums every day. It's just that I get dull once in a while when it rains.

Finally, everything is light. Then think about it carefully, in fact, the purple "forget-me-not" is originally an expectation, a concern …...

3. Blue forget-me-not words: eternal love, affectionate

Forget-me-not flower words-- represent eternal memories.

Don't forget me-- True Love

Related legends

It is a kind of blue flower growing by the water, "forget-me-not". In Germany, Italy and Britain, there are many prose, poetry and novel writers who use forget-me- not to describe lovesickness and infatuation. People think that as long as you take forget-me-not with you, lovers will remember themselves and will never forget them. Behind this little blue flower, there is a romantic love story spread among European and American folk.

The name comes from the German Vergissmeinnicht, which means "forget-me-not". The name comes from a tragic love story. Legend has it that a German knight was walking along the Danube with his lover. On the way to walk, I saw the little blue flowers blooming on the riverside. Regardless of the danger of his life, the knight leaned over to pick flowers, only to fall into the rapids. The knight, who knew he could not be saved, said, "Don't forget me!" He threw the blue transparent flower at his lover and disappeared into the water. Since then, the knight's lovers wear blue flowers in their hair day and night to show their unforgettable and loyalty to their loved ones. And that blue transparent flower is called "forget-me-not", and its words are "Don't forget me", "True Love" and "True Love".

In addition, forget-me-not is also the state flower of Alaska, but because its leaves are shaped like mouse ears, and locals also call it mouse ear, the name is not as good as forget-me-not.

Forget-me-not is literally translated from the English name Forget-me-not. Forget-me-not itself has the meaning of "eternity", although it looks like a paper flower.

Don't forget my fancy words.

However, it has always been regarded as a "kind of love in flowers", so some people call it non-withering flowers, also known as Acacia grass, young men and women give each other not to forget me, to express their deep feelings. And after the forget-me-not is made into dried flowers, the color will not fade for a long time, so it is very suitable to be sandwiched in a book or as a token of love.

Put a small handful of me into the bottle without adding water, and over time, she will become a dried flower. the only difference is that she will not fade or fade, just as she is still alive. This is the eternity, let people always remember the heart, just as the name, do not forget me

Basic moral

Forget-me-not means "Please don't forget my sincere love" or "Please miss me, faithful hope that everything is not too late, I will come back to give you happiness again".

Happiness is not always waiting for you, people who love you will not appear at any time, please learn to cherish everyone who loves you and see that the person who loves you has changed for you, because he has put away his stubborn temper because he loves you.

Because I love you, I change your interest into my own. I don't need any reason to like someone. I think it's worth paying without regrets. The person who cherishes you most will always be waiting for you to avoid being wronged. The person who really loves you won't say a lot of words that love you every day.

Basic fancy language

A little melancholy, a little mysterious, a little warm, or a little unspeakable mood.

What kind of expectation and hope is a "forget-me-not"?

It's still misty and misty.

I still sit lazily at the window, lazily remembering the face that I am no longer familiar with.

Remembering the eyebrow, the eyes, the indifferent smile at the corners of his mouth and the warmth of his whispers.

What else is there? Is it the warm body temperature when hugging each other? Is it the familiar look in the eyes when holding hands? Is it the one full of forget-me-not when you send me off? Is it something you want to shake but can't get rid of? Or this life that you want to hold but can't hold?

The farewell scene has long been forgotten, and the only memory is that a handful of purple forget-me-not is exaggerated and brilliant in the rain.

What about the rest of the day? No poetry, no painting, everything is as quiet as a lake, no waves. People are as happy and worry-free as enlightened monks, with morning bells and twilight drums every day. It's just that I will occasionally be in a daze when it rains.

Finally, everything is light. Then think about it carefully, in fact, the purple "forget-me-not" is originally an expectation, a care.

Basic fancy language

A little melancholy, a little mysterious, a little warm, or a little unspeakable mood.

What kind of expectation and hope is a "forget-me-not"?

It's still misty and misty.

I still sit lazily at the window, lazily remembering the face that I am no longer familiar with.

Remembering the eyebrow, the eyes, the indifferent smile at the corners of his mouth and the warmth of his whispers.

What else is there? Is it the warm body temperature when hugging each other? Is it the familiar look in the eyes when holding hands? Is it the one full of forget-me-not when you send me off? Is it something you want to shake but can't get rid of? Or this life that you want to hold but can't hold?

The farewell scene has long been forgotten, and the only memory is that a handful of purple forget-me-not is exaggerated and brilliant in the rain.

What about the rest of the day? No poetry, no painting, everything is as quiet as a lake, no waves. People are as happy and worry-free as enlightened monks, with morning bells and twilight drums every day. It's just that I will occasionally be in a daze when it rains.

Finally, everything is light. Then think about it carefully, in fact, the purple "forget-me-not" is originally an expectation, a care.