Window lilac

It’s may again when the lilac blossoms. Walking in the garden, I saw a large area of trees open lilac, and couldn’t help thinking of our young things and memories of lilac, which meant a warm and bitter first love. Fragrant every year, fragrant every year, just the bitter and warm fragrance will float into whose life this year? I walked in the lilac flower sea, and my mind was surging like a tide. I still remember the lilac tree outside the window in front of the house. That year, you and I were under the lilac flower. You said: You are too willful, and sometimes you can’t stand it, but you can see everything in your eyes. Your eyes are always so true, always so pure. It was this sentence that tied my life. Built my beautiful dream and home. With the window open, lilac pollen lingered in the air in the courtyard late at night. Sometimes the fragrance woke you up and made me dream about it. The purple flower was fascinating and loved. How many years later, I often think of the lilac in the moonlight. I am stubborn and dedicated to everything that was once pure, and I don’t want to wake up again. Since that moment, I have learned not to recognize sex, to grow up and mature, and to do everything for you. Counting the annual rings of the day and night carefully, several decades passed by. Every time I relived the old stories, my heart was not excited. Every time I saw the lilac, I remembered the lilac in front of the window in the yard and the oath of love. Until the frost gradually dyed black hair and the years drifted away, Yi Yi remembered that it finally became my distant young spring dream. In that yard, there lived mother-in-law, you and me, and cellular phone sister-in-law. The Lilac was under our window, which was our love. Unfortunately, the flood in 1998 washed away Ding Xiangshu and all the houses, since then, the lilac has become the most beautiful tree in our memory, the most beautiful, the most fragrant and gorgeous praise (prose editor: Keer) Phoenix mountain spring outing

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