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The faint fragrance of gardenia slowly drifted into my heart from the depths of my memory. Walking there feels unfamiliar.

A strange place-our little world. Breathe greedily the faint fragrance in the air,

The little white in the dark green embellishes the vicissitudes of life, and her figure passes through me little by little.

The most beautiful years in memory. I never thought that the fragrant gardenia was in my memory.

Deep lingering, plucking the strings of missing.

The same season, the same flowers, the same place, you let go of my hand and turned away.

When I opened my eyes, a tear slipped down my cheek. When I turned around, the flower soul fell and fell to the ground.

Looking at our favorite gardenia quietly, the petals are as white as if they are showing to the world.

With our pure friendship. Once, we sat here back to back, dreaming about our future.

They also describe each other's mysterious prince charming, and the ignorant age makes us establish.

Beautiful friendship, also known as being together in the future, is full of gardenias here and there. ...

I hate your breaking your word, so every time you leave me a message, I don't take a reason or return it.

Your phone, but you know what? Every weekend night, when others fall asleep, I feel sad.

Hide quietly in the quilt, turn on the computer and watch it secretly until the screen is covered by it.

My tears stopped. I want to call you and answer your greetings, but I'm afraid.

Tears can't stop.

The faint fragrance of gardenia is accompanied by the rhythm of my missing, shining in the sun and sucking.

A faint intoxicating fragrance, immersed in the memories of friendship.

You are the gardenia in the long river of my life, always quiet and pure, always haunting me.

Besides.

As soon as the wind blows, I am intoxicated with the faint fragrance of flowers, and the air is stained with a faint layer.

Poetry.

Dizzy, is it a dream or a memory? Or the fragrance in the dust?