Lost florescence

Nearly dusk, I was sitting under the old locust tree chatting, running to a group of children, carrying bamboo poles in their hands, I couldn’t help knocking down a few Locust flowers, fighting for the grab, some cried, some laughed, this scene suddenly reminded me of many memories and reminded me of Su Su. Su Su is my childhood partner and my childhood lover. At that time, every season we have to play Sophora japonica. When the Sophora japonica tree is still just some tender yellow leaves, we will count the days and wait, when white flower bones appear in the tender yellow leaves, we will do it. Therefore, we played under the locust tree from March to April, and we were also playing and robbing the Locust. I always grab the most, because Su Su is a timid little girl. She always stands shyly and looks at us from far away, watching a locust flower fall from a tree, I also silently hoped that I would send the most brilliant, white and fragrant Sophora japonica to her hand and put a Sophora japonica flower on her head with small braids. Then, we went to school together and studied under the locust tree together. When I sent sophorae to Su Su, we all had no words. She just smiled foolishly. The dimples seemed to be filled with sweetness and happiness in her smile, so from then on, I told Su Su that I would give her such happiness all my life. Because I am her only friend and the only person she received gifts. Childhood time always flies quickly, and some flashing memories are forgotten. Su Su shared the sophorae flowers in March and April with me in this way. The year-round time allowed us to maintain the pure love in innocence and gradually move towards the other side of maturity. Of course, it also slowly finished the first love which is more and more distant from reality. I left. Su Su didn’t go with me. She was left in this barren countryside. She didn’t go with me. I didn’t complain about her. I could only complain about her parents, complaining that the turbidity of fate swallowed vegetarian in the miserable life. Su Su didn’t walk out of the mountain. She put down her schoolbag helplessly and accepted the same fate as many children in the mountain helplessly. However, I stayed away from the mountain and sat in the beautiful classroom in the county, continue to pursue my dream. On the day I left, Su Su quietly gave me a sophora flower in the book, only telling me that this was the one I gave her for the first time, hoping that I would keep it forever, I hope one day I will pick another one and put it on her head. Looking at the withered and fragrant Sophora japonica, I really want to hug her. However, Su Su had disappeared at the entrance of the village before I said anything. At that time, there were no sophorae flowers in the locust trees, and the lush leaves covered a large house. In the later days, Su Su wrote to me every time the Sophora japonica was in full bloom, and each letter always contained the most brilliant, white and fragrant Sophora japonica. Under the lamp of the dormitory, in the lonely and lonely long night, reading word by word and smelling the light fragrance of flowers, how happy I feel. Perhaps, this kind of happiness is the kind of happiness that Su Su sends to her every time she receives it. Of course, she also told me in her heart that she would give me such happiness all her life. In the later days, I didn’t receive a letter from Su Su, nor did I smell the intoxicating fragrance. I seem to have lost my former enthusiasm for that kind of light perfume. Without me, I seem to have lost nothing, but I still feel inexplicably sad for a period of time and imagine what happened to Su Su. Finally, I forgot that I had a new pursuit and a new life in another bustling city school. Su Su, I think it was because she lived too realistic, so the wind and snow moon in her dream was suddenly awakened by something? I think love may only be a period for a man, but for a woman, it may be a lifetime. Some women would rather give up a marriage than give up a love. Su Su, more than ten years later, we met again, but she was someone else’s wife and I am someone else’s man. We still didn’t say anything, just a shallow smile, as if we had put everything into this smile, and the sweetness and happiness piled up in the dimples had some bitterness and vicissitudes. A few days later, the Sophora japonica began to wither, flying all over the sky with the petals like snowflakes, which fell in every corner. This scene was really hard to let go. Yes, what a beautiful flower season it is, but it is a lost flowering period.

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