Novel & Cerita Bunga Lamaran

He showed him in every way possible that he was his special and precious someone. At the beginning, their life might not have been that lively. But after meeting each other it got more colourful. At first the other lost hope and a heart to love but after tormenting seasons he still found a time to bloom. Like a flower withering in harsh conditions, it picks up after being cared for. For Lui Xian, Feng Shao was his Lotus Flower. THE END

she giggled and started looking at her flowers ,"you shouldn't let the fight last for so long. You shouldn't let her sleep with a heavy heart. I know you feel heavy too, just make up, hmm?" "y-yeah" I just answered. "oh here!" she showed me a bouquet of white flowers which I don't know what it is called. "this is the lily of the valley bouquet. This doesn't actually symbolize sorry, but this symbolizes sincerity" she explained. I looked at the bouquet and it's so beautiful. I looked up at her and said ,"yes, Miss. I'll get that. Where's the note?" I always asks for a note. She gave me one and a pen.

"Here! I'm sure she'd love it." "Wonderful! " The old man let out excitedly and held the bouquet. The bells rang once again and before Emma could turn and look at the visitor she heard the old man. "Child, what are these called?" Asked the man looking at the pink flowers that were surrounding the yellow and red roses. "Ah, these are Calla lilies. They symbolize loyalty and admiration."

I didn't even ask her- "The name, Blushing Bride, refers to a Cape flower all the way from Cape Town South Africa as well as an old courting ritual. Men used to present the Serruria florida fynbos flower to their beloved, or wear it in their lapel when they went for a courting visit, to signify their romantic intentions." She continued, I wanted to walk away showing her that I was interested. "No, actually-" she cut me off. "Figured the guy with the black cap is the groom but you seem to have someone on your mind." She gave me a genuine smile, I returned the genuine gesture. We both looked to where Jeremy was standing with the other shop assistant in awe of his rings, he looked excited.

I asked. "Any ideas?" Lis asked. What should we name it? "Women support group?" Sussie suggested. "We can't be that obvious. We'll receive a lot of resistance." Tille explained. "Hmmm… How about the Plum Blossom Appreciation Club?" I asked. "Plum Blossom?" Lis asked. "Yeah, plum blossoms are flowers that bloom even during the winter. It's a flower that symbolizes perseverance and hope." I answered. "Wow, that sounds noble." Tille commented.

he asked but Dilan gave him no reply. "Why is it a pink lily?" Linax asked as he couldn't hold his suspicions "Well....a lily is all about purity" "And a pink one represents love, admiration, and compassion" "So I'm guessing this is a pure love" nix added "Love? who would love Dilan?" Liam said but Dilan didn't react "I'm guessing a lily" nix chuckled Betty felt so sad to see her friend leave. "I'll be waiting for you back home Betty"

From the age of 14 until adulthood, Liam had absolutely no friends. Liam always remembers his days at the orphanage, where he has close friends - Tania and Leo. Liam used to love Tania, a beautiful girl 5 years younger than him with smiling chestnut brown eyes, chubby cheeks and snow-white skin. Liam used to hold Tania's hand through the green grass fields, picking primroses for her and making laurel wreaths for her. Both of them lay together watching the starry sky at night and humming small songs, sharing sweet candy bars with each other. Until one day, a well-dressed man came and said he wanted to buy Liam with a large amount of money, the owner of the orphanage quickly offered a price, a

Lola in her wedding dress was a more ethereal sight than he had imagined she would be. She was beautiful and she was his. “If everyone would please rise.” The officiant’s voice melted into the background but it wasn't necessary as every single guest in attendance was already up on their feet. The bride was like a stunning magnet, one they could not tear their gazes away from. In her hand, was a bouquet of Thien Hoa Bach Ngoc, which contained white orchids, white roses, white lilies, and moonflowers. Its name was known to be translated as thousands of flowers, and hundreds of gemstones.

"What kind of flower is this? I don't think I've ever seen it before..." Hearing this, Hesper was a little surprised, but she explained with a smile, "These are Campanulas, also known as bellflowers or balloon flowers back in Halwanest. They’re also known as oriental Eustomas, which is the name of our studio, but they belong to a completely different order and genus. It’s used as a kind of traditional Halwanese medicine, and it also symbolizes eternal love; it’s just that it has a slightly sadder floriography in comparison.”

She didn't seem to have a face, but I could sense her presence, her energy. As I approached her, she reached out and handed me a small, delicate flower. It was a white lotus, its petals unfolding like a tiny star. I took the flower, feeling a sense of wonder and curiosity. I looked up at the girl, trying to see her face, but it was still hidden from me. I asked her, "Will you marry me when we grow up?" The girl didn't answer me, but instead, she smiled. And in that smile, I saw something familiar, something that reminded me of Sophia.