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When the sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance


In September, it is the time when sweet-scented osmanthus is in full bloom. I am playing with the osmanthus fragrance of the nose, and the memories in my mind are not stopped.

Since that day, the shadow of sweet-scented osmanthus can no longer be erased from my memory.

It was mid-September, and it was the time when the osmanthus was full of fragrance. I didn’t know how that year, it’s very rainy. I went to the osmanthus forest with my mother. It was in the middle of the day, but it was not only hot in the autumn, but also a few days of rain, the air still has a hint of earthy fragrance and the osmanthus fragrance that does not enter the world. I was like a curse, obsessed with the depths of sweet-scented osmanthus. The damn weather, when it rained, the raindrops dripped on the body, I suddenly woke up, the sky was full of dark clouds, dark and heavy, the surrounding tourists disappeared, and the clothes were wet and entangled, Finally cried out. In the quiet forest, my crying is very clear.

She appeared in front of me like a worldly goddess. My crying is getting smaller and smaller, tears and rain have already covered my eyes. But when I felt the moment of the embrace - it was the mother! Tears are not coming out again, but this time my heart is surprisingly quiet.

A touch of carved bar, sprayed the first fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus. And I am the first sprout.

The first day: Xuan Mo, Zi Ling

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