That summer, hibiscus and orchid

It’s another afternoon, this is the time I am waiting for. It’s my time. I think so, when I enjoy the afternoon of Enron’s leisure, many people drink coffee at the table and look at the sun outside the window. Emotion.

Since I have a lot of emotions, I just annihilated it. Why have you recorded it? They are simply enjoying, I am enjoying, but not the same.

I like to sit quietly at the table and write my own novels. My desk is by the window, the sun can be directly on my notebook, with the hibiscus in front of the window, the flowers under the pen.

Hibiscus, always the protagonist of my novel, I am not a famous writer, but unfortunately it is not appreciated by anyone, I just sketch it out with my own words, only. There are not many people who have seen my novels. They all say that my story is too sad. Sadness is just a kind of mood. After reading my novel, I have feelings and feelings, which proves that my novel is not absurd.

I like hibiscus more and more, I love the purity and elegance of it, admire its fragrant fragrance, and often sit alone at the window and admire it silently. The afternoon time is no longer my only time. During the time of watching the raft, the world seems to be still.

Another day. I listened to the constant humming, sitting in the window and quietly writing novels, because the temperature in the summer is spreading, and the cheeks are also red.

She followed the hibiscus to my window. Her elegant hair and slender figure and the faint fragrance of her body have given me a perfect sunrise impression. It seems that she has a sight on her body. She holds flowers in her hands and smiles back.

It’s a beautiful woman.

I thought about it this way. When she looked back, she slid quietly and slammed down. She collided with the bluestone to make a crisp sound. The long hair of the micro-rolls spread out and the wind blew.

She bent down to lick her hair, and the light green dress reflected a fresh look. I looked at her from the side, the tall nose formed a beautiful arc, the white clean skin was plated with a golden layer of the sun, a pair of water sputum not painted and smashed, two thin lips not point and Zhu, stretched eyebrows, lips The corner is smiling. On that day, her eyebrows were picturesque and engraved in my seventeen-year-old memory. She became the most beautiful color of the summer.

I looked at her, thinking. Seeing my eyes stagnate, she turned and leaned against the window and talked and laughed with me. This is what I think I am intimate.

We are friends since then.

She told me that she was warm and her voice was very good, just like her name.

She also told me that she loves orchids.

Early the next morning, she came to my window and called me to sleep. I smelled the delicate and nice female voice and knew that she was. I got up and saw her smile at me and put a pot of white orchid on my window sill.

Later, she will go to Paris to study, that has always been her wish. I learned that she was gone about a month after she went. She didn't leave any letters to me, and she didn't leave anything, except the pot of white orchids. After a few more months, her parents told me that she had a car accident in Paris and that the rescue was invalid.

A few years later, her sunny smile in her mind became blurred. She just disappeared that time, her face full of smiles is still within reach of her memory, now, has already flown far away, flying away from my sight.

In the summer of that year, Bai Lan accompanied me.

Fifth grade: ___Northern girl