This boy is a distant high school classmate of mine. When his story came to me from relatives and friends, the specific plot and details were a little out of shape. But I believe the truth of this story, and I will never forget the connection between this story and cherry blossoms.
Let me go back and say a few words about the boy's background. He was born and raised in Shanghai, and his family conditions are relatively superior. His parents both work in cultural institutions. Influenced by his family, he read widely since childhood, and the boy gradually grew into a young man with a slightly melancholy temperament and full of romantic fantasies. It is said that in high school, he had three good friends, all of whom were equally well-proportioned and tall, with slightly curly hair. One played billiards very well, one sang with an enviable voice, and the other was the soul of the football field. They claimed to be three musketeers, and the boy became the D 'Artagnan of three musketeers.
Boys also like to watch the Red Chamber, and he is familiar with all the poems and songs in it. Moreover, he often thinks that he is a modern version of Baoyu. Indeed, every girl who has a good impression on him can feel his tenderness. But his heart was as high as Baoyu's, and during that time, there seemed to be no women like Baochai and Daiyu in his life. As a result, many girls can only watch with envy, far from being led by his every move.
When he graduated from high school, the boy could have walked to Jiaotong University, but he chose to go abroad. It was popular in Shanghai to study in Japan in those years. With the help of his parents and friends, he got a visa to study in Japan. In Japan, he lives in Tokyo and works in a bar while attending a language school.
After that, the story was a little unclear, and relatives and friends heard several versions from classmates. If we synthesize these versions of the story, we can roughly see the following plot outline. ...
In the past few years in Tokyo, there are no fewer admirers around the boy than in high school. The boy himself has seen the world and tasted the hardships of living independently. Emotionally, he is as confident as Baoyu. Finally one day, a precious sister-like figure appeared in his life. The girl is four years older than him. She was engaged at that time, but he fell in love with her hopelessly.
Cherry blossoms cut into his injury story from this time. That spring, at a friend's cherry blossom party, he happened to meet his baby sister. The cherry blossoms on the tree are in full bloom, and the beauty under the tree is smiling. In the gorgeous voice, he was intoxicated, confident that as long as he launched an attack, Sister Bao was the only person he could count. What engagement ceremony is about to be held and what future fiance has a successful career in a big company are not worth mentioning in his young and arrogant heart. He is Baoyu, and he is D 'Artagnan.
His love offensive lasted about a year. When the cherry blossoms were in full bloom the next year, an invitation to marry Sister Bao appeared in the mailbox. It is said that he took the invitation, went to the river alone and sat on the bench. As soon as he sat down, it was all night. In the April wind, rows of cherry blossoms sway in the wind on the river bank. Cherry blossoms floated all night, decorating him and the bench into withered plastic. People who got up early and walked by the river saw a figure that seemed to be frozen forever by cherry blossoms in the morning light. In his hand, there is an unopened invitation.
This is really a modern version of the love story of the Red Chamber. However, it was a sister Bao who deeply hurt brother Bao, but there seems to be a sister Lin missing from the story?
I heard this story many years ago. But since then, every cherry blossom season, I can't help daydreaming. On the morning when cherry blossoms are flying, if there happens to be a Daiyu girl who loves flowers, carrying a flower bag and holding a bamboo broom, she will go to the river to pick flowers and bury them. If there is such a girl who sees Brother Bao's broken heart through his flowery clothes, will she reach out her jade hand and touch his petals all over her body to explain it?
Unfortunately, such a Daiyu girl did not appear in time in real life. I don't know when the boy woke up from his dream, shook off his petals and regained his broken mood. As far as I know, that boy finished his studies in Japan and returned to Shanghai a few years later to start his own company and engage in some import and export business. This boy is as old as my relatives and friends. He should be in his thirties by now. It is said that he is still unmarried.
In fact, there is nothing too special about this boy's injury story. It is really because of the connection between his story and cherry blossoms that I can remember his story so far. It is said that when the boy was still in high school, he was a man with a more dramatic mood and exaggerated behavior. He just didn't expect that he could be so emotional about a girl, and he didn't expect that he could sit under the cherry tree all night.
In the years since I heard this injury story related to cherry blossoms, I have also passed the cherry blossoms many times. The cherry blossoms in Washington have long enjoyed a good reputation. Every time I have a chance to pass by, I always miss the cherry blossom season. I never thought that I happened to travel to Rhode Island in New England in May, but I met cherry blossoms unexpectedly.
In May in New England, it was raining, and the air was so humid that people's breathing was a little stagnant and lingering. We walked along journey to the south, a New England coastal highway, through the dense Woods of Rhode Island in the fog, through two bridges shrouded in the fog, and entered the dreamlike town of Rhode Island.
One of the main purposes of our visit to Rhode Island is to see its seaside villa. It is said to be a luxury mark left by the golden age of America at the end of last century. The nobles who lived in new york came to Rhode Island by boat in late spring, and held dances in their villas in turn all summer, bathed in the refreshing sea breeze of New England. When the maple leaves turn red in the autumn wind, they will hide in new york and make silkworm chrysalis in the winter metropolis.
Before going to Rhode Island, I found a family hotel converted from an old villa through online search, providing breakfast accommodation. Of course, this old villa can't compare with the luxury villa we want to see, but it also has a high roof and a deep corridor. Every room transformed from a bedroom has its own bathroom and bathtub pool, which still has the charm of more than a century ago. The living room and dining room are the places where all guests have breakfast. Furniture is the dark table with withered flowers and trees seen in the movie. The tall armchair is covered with fabric cushions with classical patterns, and the crystal chandelier on the dining table makes people think. At the end of the corridor on the second floor of the villa, there is also an open-air balcony and some old rattan chairs for guests to have tea and chat here at dusk.
When I just settled down in the guest room, my eyes were attracted by several high windows in the room, and I couldn't help but go to the window and open the old wooden window that could be pulled up and down by half. The windowsill is short and wide, and the ancient wood color makes people feel warm and practical. I sat on the windowsill, leaned out of the window and looked at the back garden outside the window.
To my surprise, next to the window, within my reach, there are two trees full of pink flowers. Looking at the back of the house along the path under the window, a row of neatly planted flush trees protect the winding path and extend to the yard behind the house. A wet wind blew on my face and the petals on the tree were blown up. I reached out my palm and saved a handful of delicate petals in a few seconds. Take back your hand and take a closer look. So this is the cherry blossom I missed repeatedly!
In the next few days, whether it is dawn, dusk or even warm afternoon, I will sit quietly on the bench under the cherry tree whenever I have the opportunity, and many stories and music related to cherry blossoms will wander slowly in my heart. Of course, the story of the Shanghai boy mentioned above is also among them.
Come to think of it, cherry blossoms are always associated with young love stories. When they bloom, they are gorgeous and warm, unscrupulous, enjoying themselves, unforgettable and unforgettable. But because of youth, and often because of nature, such love is often difficult to last forever. In fact, cherry blossoms are backward, and the life span of cherry trees is still very long, but many descriptions of cherry blossoms regard that withering as a sad ending. In fact, this is unfair to cherry blossoms. The moment the cherry blossoms leave the tree, they must not be as sad as we thought. They may be almost happy to rush to leave the branches. I can leave at the most brilliant moment in my life without attachments, in exchange for the lush cherry trees. Why are you sad? The cycle of nature is simple and natural, which makes us regret.
The unexpected encounter between Rhode Island and cherry blossoms has fulfilled my long-standing regret for cherry blossoms. However, at that time, I had passed the cherry blossom season of feelings, and I no longer had the gorgeous expectation of cherry blossoms for love. When I sat under the cherry tree, I remembered the story of the Shanghai boy, but I still sighed for him, but it was difficult to sing. Years of married life have given me the feeling that a truly long-lasting love is better than a tree: there are branches and buds in early spring, blooming flowers in Man Chun, dark green leaves in long summer, and bright and mature colors in Qiu Li. Even in the severe winter, there are vigorous branches, which are flexible and tenacious in the raging snow and ice.
I wish those who have had a cherry blossom-like youthful love experience that the tree of feelings can still be full of green leaves.
Romantic Cherry Blossom Prose II: Talking about Cherry Blossom, which expresses the fleeting warm spring period of the year and the time when cherry blossoms are in full bloom. Cherry blossoms, fragrant, petals fluttering, white and flawless, beautiful and light; The flowers are pink and beautiful, and the branches in spring bloom rhythmically.
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Cherry blossoms, in my opinion, are the most romantic flowers in spring. Cherry blossoms, a beautiful flower symbolizing beautiful love, are warm, pure and noble, and are also the symbolic flowers used in spring. The flower language of cherry blossoms: life and happiness never give up, and I only love you for a lifetime. Whenever flowers bloom, they are the purest beauty and the most firm gentleness in the world. Cherry blossoms, with the beauty of a lifetime, prove the loyalty of love, there is nothing wrong, lonely and lasting. The flowering period is rewarding, and it should bloom in season. The white appearance of the tree is beautiful, with fragrance in silence, elegant and beautiful, and it doesn't need too many words to express it.
I once met a person under a cherry tree, listening to the flowers bloom and fall, listening to the tenderness of Huayin, and knowing the warmth and coldness of the flowers. Smiling, eyes full, petals light, like butterflies flying, the mood is also beautiful, flying. Looking forward to a sakura rain, magnificently, make up the inner scenery and the tranquility of the years. Leaning gently on the trunk, holding my head up, raising my eyebrows, watching the beautiful petals fall like rain, I suddenly feel tender, romantic and full of time.
White cherry blossoms, like a pure white dream, like a cold heart, quietly bloom in spring and March; Don't argue with flowers, don't talk with romance. The fragrance is fragrant, with a little charm, hiding a gentle piano music. Mika Nakashima's When Cherry Blossoms Fly is euphemistic and lyrical. "When the color of cherry blossoms is flying, I miss you alone and savor it ..." Wen Ya fell into his arms, so he suddenly remembered thousands of things.
Days are as simple as cherry blossoms. Just in front of us, there is a clear joy hidden. Looking at it, I hear the simple wind. The gentle rain falls, and my heart is bright and clean, rhyming into a gentle heart sound. Petals of floral fragrance, shallow fall in the heart, fleeting embankment, pink and willow green stretch in spring; And my thoughts, but with the silence of cherry blossoms.
The drizzle is falling, the breeze is blowing gently, the elegance of life, the beauty of nature, the gentle attitude with gratitude, and the flowering period is like human feelings, which is very charming. Romantic cherry blossoms, romantic cherry blossoms, an aesthetic idea, the lush time of Yi Shu in spring. How many prosperous years have passed, I like a pure; Mood, hiding in Dimfragrance, lonely and happy. There is love in the heart, the four seasons are warm in spring, there is love in the heart, and everything is fine. Time, quiet and comfortable life, enjoy a pleasant afternoon, hold a bunch of flowers, meditate quietly, meditate in the wind, and be full of romance.
Time is like rain, fragrant petals bloom quietly, a heart, to whom. Happiness is in the palm of a hand full of flowers, and the clear string of time is shallow, gently bypassing the eyebrows and lingering in my heart. Under the cherry tree, I reached out and picked up a falling ten thousand. In meditation, my thoughts have been released into the distance and I have fallen softly in Jiangnan, where I have been in love for a long time. In the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, I rolled my eyes and listened with a smile. In the natural scenery, I inadvertently picked up a tender feeling.
The petals of cherry blossoms carry deep feelings that the world cannot understand. Clouds are generally soft and dancing in the wind. Pieces of flower rain kissed the earth without hesitation and turned into fragrant dust and soil in a converted attitude. When all the flowers have faded, the heart of a flower is gently collected by the years. In the cycle of the season, only the spring breeze blows and the flowers bloom again.
On weekdays, I am very busy, complicated and hard. On this occasion, I slowly walked in a hurry and immersed my feelings in the time when cherry blossoms were in full bloom. Flowers are everywhere, flowers are overflowing, and how many feelings come to mind. Then carefully look at the beauty of flowers, and then think about some people and things that are separated or exist with gratitude. Scenes of playback, are scattered in the gentle and affectionate flowers.
Now it's late spring, and I feel that life is so beautiful and warm. I remember there is a saying: it is a kind of gratitude in my heart and a kind of softness in remembering my feelings. Once the spring flowers bloom, they can be amazing and gentle. Whoever is amazing for you, you will be gentle for whom. The magic of time touched thousands of flowers and wonderful feelings.
Cherry blossoms, on the one hand, are dull, clear and fragrant, the wind is falling, the wind is leisurely, watching a person's Qingming time, quiet, but happy. A flower bud, for the beauty of blooming overnight, the pain of cracking, and the invasion of wind and rain. Through many joys and sorrows, tears warm feelings, and bitterness is accompanied by flowers. Flowers, love and flower complex in this life are all fragrant.
Season, reincarnation, lush heart, some farewell, has been a stranger, some beautiful, thin years, fat thoughts. Cherry blossoms are moist and fragrant, and they often think of the warm fragments of the past, so soft and warm. I will always be a woman who is cared for, how distressed I am, how unable to express my heart, how distressed I am, and how obsessed I am; In fact, you don't need too many words, and you can't do without it. It is the most true family relationship.
The season of flowers, fragrant and warm, a pure white agreement, a long-awaited woman, finally came back. She said that wherever there is, it will bloom, and the fragrance will not be forgotten because of sadness. After some hardships, I still believe in simple happiness, calmness and peace. She said she would tell me an old story; At the end of the story, everyone you love is happy and warm. A flower that walks freely in loneliness, as clear as new life. She, a quiet woman, likes to be alone, cool and sweet, and likes to talk in words, so she says little. Because of her return, I firmly believe that life is beautiful and promising.
When the flowers bloom, a dull stroke depicts a person's inner scenery, and the romantic flowers on the tree are full of joy and joy; Ideologically, writing is poetic. The cool wind last night, the warm flowers of the past and present, and the years of life are all following unexpected inevitability. Once it's over, who is secretly dominating this flowering day? Don't ask, don't guess, just enjoy it.
Walking in the cherry blossom time in the tree-lined, holding hands to pick flowers, the flowers bloom silently. Where flowers fall, smiles hide sweet secrets and reveal the fragrance of the past. Beautiful flowers, graceful as scheduled, walk in the spring with a simple feeling. Romantic sakura rain, every pink melody is a sweet memory.
A journey is long and the water is far away, and a journey is all about looking back. Cool and bright, noisy and quiet, there is always someone who will never leave. A distant miss blooms in the depths of my heart, and a heart flower blooms in the dream of the bright moon. I can naturally understand those affectionate and beautiful poems and euphemisms. That is a monologue from the heart, that is the beauty of reading, how can you not be moved, how can you keep a person in your heart again and again.
An intersection like cherry blossoms, the smile is fragrant, hazy and wonderful; You can only understand and feel with your heart, and unconsciously, you will have a romantic feeling. Some people say that such a time knows how to cherish, listen quietly, write seriously, keep silently, keep quietly, but the heart is already beautiful. It has been said that when a person is waiting for a spring blossom, he will be filled with joy until that person appears in front of him.
I have always believed that true understanding is to be together peacefully and to be dependent on each other in loneliness. There is such an understanding, just like the beauty of love at first sight. Walking through the flowers, not touching the flowers, colorful, enchanting, magnificent, too eye-catching; Just because there is such a beautiful flower in my heart, I am determined to go, and that is the destination that my mind insists on reaching.
I thank cherry blossoms and rain for their beautiful invitation. Thank you for coming here in such a romantic season.
Romantic cherry blossom prose III: In April, cherry blossoms knock on the window. At the beginning of April, there was rain and spring rain. Rain on the eaves occasionally falls on the balcony drying rack, making a snapping sound. The new branches outside the window are particularly green after being washed by rain. Delicate branches, like a green curtain, hang in front of the window, reflecting the indoor green, with a kind of elegance of "grass color into the curtain green". A newly opened cherry tree downstairs is more pink in the rain. The wind passed by the window, bringing the fragrance of cherry blossoms. A whisper: listening to the spring rain in the curtain, cherry blossoms in front of the court. Spring can't be closed, green branches enter the window.
Looking at the greenery of a room, my heart is peaceful and appropriate. For a long time, I have never had such a leisurely mood. Turn on your computer and look at the articles you posted on the text edge website. Yes, my illustrated essay "Write a Spring for You" is a woman with pigtails standing in the spring with her back to her figure. That number is similar to mine. I also have a long braid hairstyle. Words, let me have a pair of invisible wings, take me flying around. Grateful, attached to the text, let me put pen to paper to describe the most subtle beauty of spring. You can use words to outline the detailed outline of a carefree heart, and you can use pen and ink to dip the tenderness of the years and leave the type. At the end of the world, masters often say that women's works are all flowers, birds and trees. A woman in clothes saw a tree, a flower, a grass and a bird around her. When you are not old, you can take the fragrance of words and describe them carefully, and your heart will be happy.
Qingming is just around the corner, and my lover is back. I feel lonely with his company. Go to the market hand in hand to buy food every day and have the most honest fireworks day. My lover is a warm and kind person. He is the world. Besides my father, there is another one who pampers me to the point of lawlessness and holds me in the palm of his hand like a baby. We are like two plants in nature, growing together in time, with overlapping branches and leaves. Actually, I don't want much As long as there is a warm lamp to greet me after work, I can walk slowly under the stars and my heart will be full of happiness. This spring, my daughter also became very clever and sensible. If there is any girl's little secret, she will also tell me. My daughter is the little Xin Wei I planted in this world. As long as she is healthy and happy, and her grades are excellent, there is nothing to expect. This time, my father and daughter went shopping without me. It turns out that my daughter wants to buy new clothes. When my daughter stood in front of her in soft denim overalls and baseball shirts. Alas, I don't know when a little girl has grown into a beautiful girl. My wife said that the position of the beautiful woman in the family should be changed. As long as my daughter is good, I will be sunny.
After the Qingming holiday, I returned to my original place to work. I have quit this job during the Spring Festival. * * * When my sister hit it off at first, she patted me on the shoulder without saying a word, and then hugged me gently, and was moved to tears. I used to raise a small chlorophytum, which looks green and is placed on a small table. Busy changing water for the little chlorophytum, it seems to be smiling, welcome me back. Looking around, I feel at home. I like this working environment, my colleagues get along well, and I can listen to music, read books and write fine print in my spare time. It's really good.
In mid-April, the sky finally cleared up, and I saw the returning swallows flying in front of the building, and the eaves were lively again. Spring sunshine, through the window lattice, spilled a room full of warm light, really like that touch of warm color, it shines on a heart. Pick a cherry blossom casually, raise it with clear water, and let the beautiful spring be with me.
When I go to work in the morning, I often look up at the cherry blossoms on the roadside. I saw thousands of flowers and thousands of pollen blooming in front of my eyes on the branches, and I thought the sky was pink. The drooping flower, like a shy woman, has a low eyebrow and a little smile. The flower language of cherry blossoms: happiness may depend on that low eyebrow smile, and happiness will overflow in the spring breeze, which is the most beautiful happy smile. Listen, a thrush stands on a high branch and crows. This song sounds very beautiful. April day on earth, put your heart on the cherry blossoms with low eyebrows. Maybe you can dance a different dance this spring.
The spring breeze in April is full of cherry blossoms, which symbolizes happiness. The flowering period is really long. This April day, accompanied by cherry blossoms, I can do a job I like, and there are greetings from the end of the world. That kind of happiness is about to overflow. A woman who loves flowers, happiness is the pink cherry blossoms, which are clearly friendship, love and affection, dancing with the wind. At this point, the night is deep, waiting quietly. That cherry blossom, tap the window screen, dream.
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