The years are like flowers, lighting up a fleeting time, and the passing years are like water, taking away a fleeting memory. ——Inscription

When the passage of time separates you and me, I realize that the once ordinary years are so beautiful. It blooms like a flower, blooming in my memory, brightening my sorrow for several generations, and lighting up my sorrow. It brightened up the time gone by in my heart. Yu, my best friend, how are you now? Do you still remember the time when you were like a flower?

Lamenting the passage of time

Returning to my alma mater, looking at the wisteria corridor that appeared many times in my memory and the densely blooming locust flowers beside the playground, I felt sad. Standing under the locust tree, the sun casts large and small spots of light, jumping playfully on my face, softly and warmly, thawing the joy that I had been feeling for months. I haven't touched the corner of my mouth for a long time, and the muscles are a bit stiff and sore.

A gust of wind passed by, the trees swayed, and a beautiful and fragrant rain of locust flowers began to fall. I couldn't help but open my hand and pick up a piece of falling locust flowers. I was silent for a long time. How is this scene so similar to my memory? It’s just that you are missing from my side. Yu, do you still remember the green fertilizer "Huai" we discussed together? Close your palms, close your eyes, and watch the locust flower unfold the scroll of memory.

Thinking about the past and flowers blooming and falling

At that time, weren’t you and I in sixth grade the same way?

In physical education class, we enjoyed the rare leisure time, chasing after picking locust flowers under the locust tree, competing to see who could catch more, holding the flowers in our hands, smelling the fragrance on the tree, listening to The sound of the wind passing by and watching the sunset slowly set, what a pleasant time it was. When we were tired from playing, we rested under the tree, chatted about some relaxing topics that had nothing to do with study, hummed some songs that we thought were nice and beautiful, held each other’s hands, looked at the flowers falling on each other’s ponytails, and looked at each other. And laugh. In the self-study class, our two discipline committees managed the class discipline very seriously and meticulously. A child's simple heart never thinks about worldly issues such as whether he will offend others.

In the end, I was disappointed. No one wanted to listen to me. I was very unpopular and kept to myself. Under the shadow of purple wisteria, I silently spread sadness all over the ground. Only you, my best friend, only you understand the sadness and desolation of my good intentions being treated like a useless person. Only you silently supported me behind my back, taught me how to deal with the world, and allowed me to get through the most unbearable loneliness in elementary school. time. Yu, you are my friend, and also my teacher, you have ignited a glimmer of light on the dark road of my life.

To this day, I still remember the moment when you told me the good news that you had been admitted to a good key junior high school. The sun is setting in the sky, and in the brilliant glow, the fiery cloud is so beautiful. Its graceful and changing figure is as charming and intoxicating as your elegant dancing. And I am still like an ugly duckling, quietly looking at you who have transformed into a white swan, happy for you, blessing you, but at the same time feeling inferior. Now I have grown up and am no longer the clumsy ugly duckling I was then. But, where are you now? The sky is full of stars, describing my loneliness and confusion at this time. Yu, do you still remember the simple dream we agreed on?

I read Yunjuan Yunshu at this time

When we entered junior high school, we were forced to separate. Two distant schools separate you and me.

My hair was required to be cut in school, and the neat ponytail I had at that time had turned into a short mushroom. And when we met, when I saw your still beautiful long black hair, my eyes darkened, and helplessness and jealousy covered my little heart like moss. You are always so good~ But when we met again for the second time, I was surprised to find that you also had a mushroom haircut! Looking at me with a smile, the moss in my heart was instantly burned by the bright light of your smile, withered, and blossomed into a tree full of friendship trees. My friend, you understand me so well and protect my little self-esteem so carefully. Although, you don't have to. Yu, I miss your long black hair so much.

Sigh, time is like flowers, fleeting, my dear friend, I remember every bit of the past, remember it firmly! Next time we meet, we will go see the Sophora japonica flowers and walk along the promenade together. You know, I have learned to be strong early on and will no longer be overwhelmed by small things, because I understand that you are always by my side. Don't lose, don't forget. In the blossoming years, let us keep in mind the profound friendship with each other, sigh at the fleeting years, light up the lamps in each other's hearts, and laugh together at the blossoming years and the fleeting years. Smiling again, the locust flower in my hand is blooming brightly and elegantly.