Walking under the flowers

We all walked under the flowers, imagining that we are also a blooming rose, greedily sucking the sunlight of life.

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The small auditorium, with the beige light, I sat in my seat. It was rare to have a chat with my friends. The speech that made us feel so boring has changed in this day. Rubbing the lines on the armrests, from the fingertips to the heart. This is the last trace left by my childhood. People are always like this. Only when they are lost will they know how to cherish...

The dying party shook the milk tea in his hand, and it seemed to be a touch of the enchanting azaleas outside the window. I slammed a very literary statement:

"Don't be sad, we are all good people. They are gathered together to add flowers to each other's childhood. Now we are all scattered by the spring breeze, we have to go to a better place to find our dreams."

So I cried like a fool that day.

The green leaves of childhood fell, and then the flowers were opened...

When I came to middle school, I was beaten up with a group of students of all kinds. The life of the small country was gradually replaced by the laughter of the coming days, and I completely slept in the faint memories.

It’s not just childhood, but also a little girl’s delight in dress. It is also half a year old, and the national and secondary schools have drawn a clear line. It seems that I understand everything. I don’t want to slap the hands of my loved ones like I used to. I don’t dare to talk about anything in the world, and I don’t want to carry the skirts in the sunshine.

Is this youth? With some rebelliousness, with some curiosity, I explored my own path in this white world. If you say that youth is beautiful, then I would like her to be a clear lotus flower that blooms in the mud, swaying and blooming in the ripples. I believe that the best things are formed with defects. Just like my youth, when I enjoy the lazy daylight of laughter, I have to think about how to get back to my home to complete my melancholy transcript. We are still just a group of ignorant teenagers, with some green ideas. I thought I knew everything, but in the end I touched the gray of my nose, still reluctantly like a newborn calf.

It’s been the best time of the day with the family to have fun at the table and to have a cup of tea with friends at dusk. Walking under the flowers, take a sip of fragrance. Walking under the flowers, after the rain, the rainbow is shining, walking under the flowers, dreaming like a flower... The words of the dead party when childhood are confirmed, all of them are a group of people who have their own most beautiful flowers in the spring. .

Biting the pen, flipping the white paper in front of you, hoping to add a touch of colorful color to your beautiful dream. The ear still echoed the ethereal song, gently stroking the thin red scarf, smoothing the traces left by the years, and childhood as the song drifted to the distance of nothingness.

Outside the window, on the oasis of youth, still wild spring flowers...

The second day: 萱草忘忧