It’s the season when lilac flowers bloom again. Whenever in such a season, I think of you, as if to say to you in the distance: "Long time no see, how are you?"
The years pass by inadvertently, leaving behind deep and shallow memories, which may be unforgettable or disappear with the wind. But every time the lilac flowers bloom, I always think of you and those years of wanton youth.
In my young years, I hid in the corner and slowly savored the flavor of time. In the library, I sat on the chair I had sat on for four years, slowly savoring the wonders of the world. Reading is my whole life. I like to hide in the reading room, watch the changes in the world, and dream about my future; I like to watch the sunset from the library window and watch the moment slowly falling into the mountains. , I couldn't help but sigh, another day passed by in a hurry. I was anxious about the speed of time, but I didn't know how to grasp the time.
The season when lilac flowers bloom is always full of melancholy, maybe because of meeting a girl who looks like lilac! A touch of sadness spreads wantonly during the season of lilacs blooming; the fragrance of lilacs becomes a memory of every spring. School days always pass by in a hurry, and the memory of lilacs has long been sealed away.
In the busyness of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, in the chaotic chores, I forgot the fragrance of cloves and the sadness I felt when I was reading in the library. Always looking for a balance point in the chaos of life so that you can breathe and communicate with yourself.
Now, the lilac forests in the new district exude a strong fragrance, calling my memory, reminding me of everything in the past, and suddenly breaking into my busy work. All my memories of lilacs, lilac stories. Unable to resist the temptation of the fragrance, I walked into the woods. Purple and white lilacs bloomed in large tracts. The combined fragrance made people want to stay. Watching the runners running gently by; watching the old people and young people dancing under the lilacs, singing happily. The beauty of life is probably like this!
It’s the season of lilacs blooming, the season of memories of youth. Time flies, and before I have time to do what I want to do, my hair is already gray!
Between waving hands: Walk alone in the years, don’t envy others, don’t belittle yourself. Time flies, look for beautiful memories, record every feeling, and become a better version of yourself!