{"id":1,"date":"2021-05-05T19:58:49","date_gmt":"2021-05-05T19:58:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.pressedflowerstory.com\/?p=1"},"modified":"2021-05-08T11:09:04","modified_gmt":"2021-05-08T11:09:04","slug":"hello-world","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.pressedflowerstory.com\/index.php\/2021\/05\/05\/hello-world\/","title":{"rendered":"The Pressed Flower Story"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"512\" height=\"247\" src=\"https:\/\/www.pressedflowerstory.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/2021-05-06-1.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-34\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.pressedflowerstory.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/2021-05-06-1.png 512w, https:\/\/www.pressedflowerstory.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/2021-05-06-1-300x145.png 300w, https:\/\/www.pressedflowerstory.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/2021-05-06-1-124x60.png 124w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 512px) 100vw, 512px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-embed is-type-video is-provider-youtube wp-block-embed-youtube wp-embed-aspect-4-3 wp-has-aspect-ratio\"><div class=\"wp-block-embed__wrapper\">\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"The Story of the Pressed Flowers\" width=\"780\" height=\"585\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/ZsfjKBRmOPk?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe>\n<\/div><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>\u7528\u611b\u5fc3\u548c\u667a\u6167\u9676\u9020\u6211\u4e00\u751f\u7684\u4e3b\u4eba\uff0c\u9084\u6709\u7942\u8cdc\u7d66\u6211\u6700\u7f8e\u597d\u7684\u79ae\u7269<\/strong><strong><em>\u2014Henry<\/em><\/strong><strong>,<\/strong><strong><em> <\/em><\/strong><strong>\u548c\u56db\u500b\u7bad\u888b\u4e2d\u7684\u7bad <\/strong><strong><em>\u2014 Grace<\/em><\/strong><strong>,<\/strong><strong><em> John<\/em><\/strong><strong>,<\/strong><strong><em> Gloria and Dan<\/em><\/strong><strong>\u3002<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>The Story Of Pressed Flowers<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>A very special flower<\/em><\/strong><strong>,<\/strong><strong><em> the most beautiful and elegant of all flowers in her master<\/em><\/strong><strong>\u2019<\/strong><strong><em>s garden<\/em><\/strong><strong>,<\/strong><strong><em> once blossomed for the world to see. She sat in fertile ground<\/em><\/strong><strong>,<\/strong><strong><em> daily enjoying the breeze of the warmth of mild sunshine<\/em><\/strong><strong>,<\/strong><strong><em> and the thousands of hues of color and beauty around her. Then one certain day<\/em><\/strong><strong>,<\/strong><strong><em> her master removed the flower from the world she knew and placed her in a dark<\/em><\/strong><strong>\u3001<\/strong><strong><em>dark place under tremendous pressure. The flower<\/em><\/strong><strong>,<\/strong><strong><em> not knowing the reason for such pain<\/em><\/strong><strong>,<\/strong><strong><em> helplessly cried out from the pit<\/em><\/strong><strong>,<\/strong><strong><em> <\/em><\/strong><strong>\u201c<\/strong><strong><em> Why<\/em><\/strong><strong>,<\/strong><strong><em> my master?<\/em><\/strong><strong>\u201d<\/strong><strong><em> There was no answer but silence.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>Time passed and one day the master took the flower out from the darkness. The master with skillful hands and artistry<\/em><\/strong><strong>,<\/strong><strong><em> used the flower<\/em><\/strong><strong>,<\/strong><strong><em> along with other flowers<\/em><\/strong><strong>,<\/strong><strong><em> to create a magnificent work of art. The flower became a part of the prized showcases of the master. As she looked out from her master<\/em><\/strong><strong>\u2019<\/strong><strong><em>s showroom window at her other fellow flowers in the garden that have since withered<\/em><\/strong><strong>,<\/strong><strong><em> she could only ponder why she was chosen for such a grand purpose. It was then that her masters<\/em><\/strong><strong>\u2019<\/strong><strong><em> voice spoke with great love. <\/em><\/strong><strong>\u201c<\/strong><strong><em> If you could only trust me<\/em><\/strong><strong>,<\/strong><strong><em> you would know that my plans for you are always for prosperity not for calamity<\/em><\/strong><strong>,<\/strong><strong><em> to give you a future and a hope.<\/em><\/strong><strong>\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u7528\u611b\u5fc3\u548c\u667a\u6167\u9676\u9020\u6211\u4e00\u751f\u7684\u4e3b\u4eba\uff0c\u9084\u6709\u7942\u8cdc\u7d66\u6211\u6700\u7f8e\u597d\u7684\u79ae\u7269\u2014Henry, \u548c\u56db\u500b\u7bad\u888b\u4e2d\u7684\u7bad \u2014 Grace, John, Gloria and Dan\u3002 The Story Of Pressed Flowers A very special flower, the most beautiful and elegant of all flowers in her master\u2019s garden, once blossomed for the world to see. She sat in fertile ground, daily enjoying the breeze of the warmth of mild sunshine, and the thousands of &hellip; <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":15,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":true,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-posts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pressedflowerstory.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pressedflowerstory.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pressedflowerstory.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pressedflowerstory.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pressedflowerstory.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.pressedflowerstory.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":35,"href":"https:\/\/www.pressedflowerstory.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1\/revisions\/35"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pressedflowerstory.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/15"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pressedflowerstory.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pressedflowerstory.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pressedflowerstory.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}