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2018年03月19日
The fallen flower is independent, the micro-swift twin flies

The rain fell, the wind was blowing, and the petals fell off the ground.


On the streets of the early summer of may, the city is so romantic that it stands in a row of locust trees on every street, with a rich bouquet of flowers and a rich fragrance. I think ten miles of incense, probably not so.


The four seasons in the north, seem to always follow one's inclinations, summer has been a long time, and when the city seems to be early spring is like, pale green branches, sleep puffy winter jasmine, let a person to believe that spring has long gone.


I of sophora japonica, there is always a very special feelings, I have countless times thought, can love people together to walk in the flower of Chinese scholartree bloom on the path, sun, the petals fall into hair, not slow slow time.


World there are so many unsatisfactory, even if I gave sophora japonica more feelings, but I never have a chance to like now see this vast expanse of flos sophorae blooming scene, memories of the school there are a lot of a lot of acacia, just every time I go to, have missed the flowering.


Now I am alone, looking at this city of sophora flowers in full bloom, but not a single you, accompany me to walk a journey.


I imagine that you have in the morning of may, holding a book, the petals fall down and fly in your shoulders, through the leaves dappled sunlight free in between the lines, a bow, copy is like years carefully carved a picture, be good.


It is strange that I have always felt that one's habits will not change easily, and the past two decades have confirmed my judgment. Recently, however, has always been stay-at-home me, especially I don't love a person to go out, will be like in the days of rest aimless sit a bus, wandering in the streets of the city, or find a quiet corner, quietly sit, look at the passing pedestrians, or a code word.


After that, you are the memory is beautiful is the love is warm is joy, is the late night dream wakes the thought, is the morning sunshine of hope, but is not the home.
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