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In April, the warmth of the sun started the heart of snow and ice, snow retreat, the plateau is really into the spring.
The roadside lilacs, in my unawareness, has quietly bloomed, that a tree tree flourishing interpretation of the hope of spring. Purple lilacs elegant, like an elegant woman in purple, after watching the silence of the winter, finally revealed a gentle smile; white skilful, the kind of clean white in time has never changed, like an infatuation with a woman in white waiting for the return of the beloved, year after year, the face remains the same, the heart of the beginning; and a touch of light powder, into the spring of the first green, lightly bloomed in the branches, the spring of the euphemisms. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money.
Lilacs, the most common plants in the city, you can walk around at will, not far from a few steps can see its figure. The neighborhood yard has its fragrance of flowers, leisure plaza on the side of its light dance, the roadside isolation zone also has it blossomed with joy, and even on the slopes, can be seen everywhere it that shallow flowers.
Lilac, is really a simple plant, small flowers without fanfare, light fragrance can be diffused in the wind for a long time. Like some seemingly bland memories, thought that the blandness is not worth recalling, who knows that after the precipitation of the years, those bland memories are stationed in the depths of the mind, in a moment of inadvertence, fragrant with your subsequent journey.
Lilac, should belong to the vitality of the plant, whether in the courtyard or on the hillside, no one intentionally pay attention to, but every year when the spring comes, the vegetative color of the flowers, the fragrance of the distant, show the vitality of life. Even if the cold winds of winter dusted its enthusiasm, even if the snow and ice covered its soft and gentle, but the spring sunshine will wake up all its y hidden enthusiasm.
2
I love lilacs, especially the purple ones. It has been decades since it first caught my eye, but it has always been the most simple and gentle flower in my eyes. It's also the purple flowers that make me love the color purple.
Before the age of seven, living in the countryside, I have not seen lilacs, when there are countless nameless wildflowers will be gorgeous village spring. In July, there would be a large golden rape flowers, bees and butterflies dancing, happily chasing the game, simply thought that this is the most beautiful picture.
As a child, I loved to draw, but I didn't have a paintbrush. A pencil was gently sharpened with a knife and then saved for a long time. The orange pencils, which my father brought back from the city on vacation, immediately gave me a small sense of satisfaction when placed alongside the dull-colored pencils of other students. I was the only one in the class who had a pencil case, and although it was an ordinary little tin pencil case, it was unique in the class. On the pencil case, there was a picture of a blooming purple flower with four petals, each one like a trumpet, which was very cute. On the other side was a green meadow with a blue sky.
I used to trace the pattern on the pencil box with a pencil, but it was always a monotonous black picture on a white background. My father, who had returned to the city at the end of his vacation, bought me a box of small crayons, ten pencils, a very simple pencil sharpener, and a small pink floral umbrella, and entrusted me to bring it back. When I used the green crayons to paint a green meadow, I was delighted with the colorful pattern. And the purple flower, I did not know the name of its flower, and even the elders around me, did not recognize it.
Unfortunately that twelve-color crayon did not have the purple that belongs to lilacs, and I could only color that flower with a dark pink. But that colorful drawing on the back of the workbook was posted on the wall of the classroom by the teacher. And that box of crayons, I have been carefully collected, anyone to borrow will not agree to lend out.
My mother said that when I was a child, I was really stingy, and I never lent my own things to others, and when I showed them to others, I held them in my own hands, and let them look at them for a while. For example, ten pencils, my mother helped me to save, but I have to take it out to see, count, if the number is right to be willing to give my mother again.
Mother thought that I could use ten pencils for a long time, and there were pencils in the village store, but they didn't look as good as the ones my father brought. So my mother took the liberty of giving one to each of my cousins, and the result was that in the evening I found myself with fewer pencils and said nothing. Holding eight pencils, sitting on the kangtou has been crying, mouth still chanting: this is my father gave me the pen, is for me to use `, I want to use a year, now not enough, not enough ......
Mother said she coaxed me for a long time, but I have not stopped crying, and then tired of crying actually fell asleep holding the eight pencils. The next day when I woke up, but remembered the pencils, still sullen. To go to school when my mother talked to ignore her, carrying a small yellow satchel out of the house. Later I asked my mother, the two pencils I want back? My mother said no, saying that since I was a child I had only been angry with her, but had been kind to all my siblings at home. And finally let me and my mother back to friendly, is my mother's a plate of taro balls, that plate of taro balls completely sold my stomach, let me rejoice again, the pencil incident is finally over.
I went to school in the village for less than a year, and the next year my father took a vacation and brought me to the city where I live now. When I left, I gave the unused pencils to the other children in the family, and the box of crayons, the pencil case, and the little flower umbrella accompanied me to the city.
3
My father's unit was an army hospital, which was relatively remote, but more prosperous than the village where I lived. Two small bungalows were the beginning of my new life, and the tap water pipe not far away made me curious.
Across the street from where I lived, deep in the right side of the hospitalization department, there was a large orchard, which made my childhood in the city a little more fun. Especially after meeting playmates, life has become happy and pleasant again. When I was a child, I was very naughty indeed. My mother said that as long as I was on vacation, my clothes were never clean and intact; the clothes I wore out in the morning were clean, but when I came back at noon, they were either covered with dirt or the cuffs were scratched with a slit. And at that time, my activity space is basically in the tree.
The first time I encountered the lilacs, it was on the way home from the orchard, and my playmates walked home hand in hand, and I saw the trees planted around the hospitalization department. Curiosity is the nature of the child, so pulling the playmate to see, is a few plants have not seen. The plants were not tall, and even then they were only a head taller than myself, with green leaves, and at a glance, I knew they had just been dug out from another place. Circled around the plants for several times before timidly asking the planting personnel what kind of tree it was. The other hand stopped the work in hand, looked at us and said: this is the lilac flower, spring will open beautiful flowers, and also with the fragrance, and so on next spring, you will be able to see.
Like a kind of expectation, then nothing to go to see those plants called lilacs, every day looking forward to its early blooming. Even in winter, will run to see. I'm not sure if I've ever seen one before, but I'm sure I've never seen one before, and I've never seen one before.
But after the winter, when the grass was green again, it really bloomed. It was a purple lilac, exactly the same as the one on my pencil case. I stood in front of the flowers, and couldn't even blink for fear of missing this beautiful blooming world. The fragrance of the lilacs made me hesitate to move my feet, and I circled around the lilacs several times, but still the more I looked, the more beautiful I felt. Then look around no one, so secretly folded two branches, hidden in their clothes to run home.
Put a branch into a small empty bottle filled with water, placed on their own study table. The other was given to a playmate who lived not far away, and then the two of them looked at the lilacs that bloomed in their room and smiled happily.
Sometimes, I feel that such a happy and simple time is the real life, and it seems that people should always live like this. And the two playmates, had more than once promised to always accompany each other to grow up, and then go to the same university, and even later to work together. This is how beautiful agreement, with the child's innocent expectations, but this beautiful agreement, but still face a parting.
Playing along with the parents to move when we are only ten years old, used to each other holding hands walking time, but after that, to get used to each other is not beside the time, and this kind of adaption I seem to have used a very long time. I've always felt that people and people's encounters, after all, are short-lived destiny, destiny end, that is, from now on no longer see each other, that once walked through the time, and eventually also faded in the years of growth.
4
I didn't think I'd see you again on this day of lilacs in full bloom.
Bai Lu Mei said that all encounters in this world are reunions after a long time. Is it true that we have been away for too long, is it true that we miss each other too much, and that is why we have this reunion.
The woman in front of me, as I am nearly middle-aged, has a rare pure gaze, a gentle smile, so that I have a feeling of déjà vu. I couldn't be bothered to take a closer look, I quickly placed my things on the bunk with my name on it, before I took a long breath. And as soon as I looked up, I collided with your gaze again. It's probably safe to say that your eyes have been on me the whole time, I just didn't realize it. I smiled and greeted you along with the others in the dormitory, and talked about the weather and the scenery and the system training.
You were sitting next to me the whole time, and when silence returned to the dormitory, you called me: Ningzi. I froze for a moment, because no one had called me by this nickname for many years, and not many people around me knew it. I was surprised to look at you, you smiled, still warm smile, such as childhood met that first blooming lilac flowers.
"Where you lived as a child, there was an orchard and some flowering plants called lilacs. You like to tie two pigtails when you were young, and then wear two pink bows. Though dressed very ladylike, you were naughty as a tomboy." After saying that you laughed, and your laughter was so bright.
I suddenly understood that feeling of seeming to have known each other before, I must know you. I approached your bedside in surprise, which was labeled with your name, so it was really you. I don't know whether it was the unexpected reunion that made me too excited, or whether I had been expecting this reunion for too long, but tears slipped down my face. But you gently embrace me, such as childhood I was aggrieved, gently patted my shoulders. Then said: great, finally found you.
From the age of ten years old separated, to thirty-eight years old reunion, of which twenty-eight years, and staged how many delightful or sad story. But what's more, we were reunited, so together we looked back at the middle of each other's absence of those decades. It is good to be reunited, and we agreed to walk together in the later decades.
As in childhood, we were together every day during the half-month of training. When resting, the two near-middle-aged women actually hand in hand shopping or hiking, no life in the trivial, no work in the fatigue, only happy and touched full of heart. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
Although we have to go through another parting, back to the city where each other live, but the two cities are just a dozen hours away by car, and this time, we keep each other's contact information.
Cherries are ripe, you picked some very fresh cherries, and then shoot me pictures, you know I have been greedy since childhood. I looked at those fresh pink cherries, really have the urge to take the airplane immediately fly to the city where you live. But lately, I have been working too much, so I replied: I can only have a good time. Who knows you actually packing, give me a box of cherries courier, open the box is still fresh cherries, I seem to see that under the tree to pick up the fruit I threw the little girl, she is always so gentle and beautiful.
Double break, I went back to my parents' home and passed by the yard where I have lived for many years, and the lilacs, which have grown tall and luxuriant, filled the tree with a fragrance. I approached and picked two purple lilacs, holding them in my hands and walking toward my parents' residence. My daughter looked at the flowers in my hand and said I was destroying the plants, but I said the lilacs were vigorous, and it would still bloom beautifully with these two plants missing. The two lilacs, I inserted into a bottle with water, then took a picture with my cell phone and wrote: Another year, the lilacs bloom quietly. When I clicked on the send button, I seemed to see that gentle woman, caught up in the memories of contemplation ......