I remember when I was in college, I was studying Dai Wangshu's "Rainy Lane" and I really liked the tone of it. There is a line in it: holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the long, long and lonely rainy alley, I hope to meet, a lilac like, knotted with sadness of the girl, she is, lilac like color, lilac like fragrance, lilac like sadness, in the rain, sorrow, sadness and wandering ...... So beautiful, so sad, so mesmerizing. Lilac, lilac, in the end what kind of a beautiful flower ah? Perhaps, she should be like the unattainable snow lotus on the top of the snow mountain, holy and rare, or perhaps, she should be like the rainbow in the sky, can not be found. Since then, the lilac flower has a kind of unraveling complex, there is a kind of faint attachment. But it seems that I have never thought that one day I will see its appearance.
Then graduated to Anshan, once sitting in a cab when I overheard the song: you say you love lilacs the most, because your name is her. What a melancholy flower, sentimental people ah ...... I liked the song without any reason, without any defense. I can't say whether I liked the song because of the lilacs or I liked the lilacs even more because of the song. Then I went to the Internet to check the information, learned that this is the singer Tang Lei wrote to a girl, lilac flowers that girl's screen name. Later, when Tang Lei heard the news that the girl was seriously ill and went to visit, he learned that the girl had a particularly unfortunate life experience. After the girl died of illness, Tang Lei wrote the song "Lilac Flower" to commemorate this delicate and strong girl ...... so romantic story in my heart and a flutter, it seems that the appearance of lilac flowers is always related to the poignant story.
For a while, I especially like to exercise in the Martyrs' Hill, where I walk and talk with my friends every morning, immensely enjoyable. I remember a very usual morning, and a friend was walking, she suddenly said: this lilac flowers are so fragrant ah! Ah, lilacs, the lilacs I've been longing for, are they around? Then following my friend's pointing, I saw the cluster of flowers by the roadside, and I realized that I had actually seen it countless times.
It grows on the side of the road that we must pass by every day, looks so ordinary, so common, and so common. I can't tell you what the mood is, but there is a slight joy in the light of the loss. I went closer, only to find that, in that far from the appearance of bland, originally has so delicate, lovely color. She is small, tender, some pure white, some purple, some light pink, almost all four-petal four-petal flowers, clustered together in groups, seem to warm each other, but also have no intention of competing for spring. My friend said, find five-petaled lilac will have good luck, I then on this beautiful expectation to constantly appreciate a piece of flowers, not so much for good luck, but to find opportunities to get close to it. Whether it is its posture, its look, and the fragrance it emits, it is light, ethereal, and uncontested feeling that I can not forget.
Both the first time and like a reunion, I so seemingly accidental, and predestined to fall in love with it, real, life in the lilacs. Then, when I paid attention, I found that in fact, I have its shadow everywhere in my life, in the neighborhood where I live, in the park where I exercise, in the roadside where I accompany my children to class ....... It has always been there, I just never recognized it. It quietly accompanied my body, never clamor, not open teeth and claws, just waiting for people who have the heart to see and cherish.
I still remember that intoxicated spring night, and my daughter went out to the hot springs, very late to come back, into the district, the wind blew that familiar flavor, we can not care about the upstairs, followed the aroma of the search, and then in the dark night, with the light of the phone, we smelled the small flowers next to the sniffing and sniffing, looking and looking, do not want to leave.
There is also a time to go to class, just to the classroom, there are two girls with a large handful of lilac flowers ran in, teacher teacher, this is the flowers we picked up, want to give you, they shouted happily, with their smiles and flowers around me, for a time, I can not distinguish which is the flowers, which are the children's smiling faces, my eyes were all of a sudden full of flowers filled, my heart is all because of this! My eyes were instantly filled with these flowers, and my heart was intoxicated by the strong fragrance. I felt as if I had become one of the lilac flowers. Children, how did you know I would like it? Then I shared with them the poem "Rainy Lane", and when I reread it, I suddenly felt that the soggy emotions I once felt in college were gone, and that I had been able to interpret the sadness with a sense of appreciation and spectatorship, and felt y that I was able to express the sadness in such an extreme way, and that it was so beautiful and so beautiful!
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This is the story of my uneventful relationship with lilacs. Nowadays, no matter where I am, as long as I see lilacs, I can't help but stay for a moment to look at them, smell them, or gently pick up the petals that fall on the ground and put them in my palm to feel the tiny but familiar beauty that it brings me at that moment. I think, like a thing, many times, not because it is perfect to like, but because - it is it and like. Maybe it is not noble, not delicate, not holy, not rare, but it has its own content, its own story, its own fragrance, its own flavor.
I suddenly want to do a lilac flower, with the same color as lilac, lilac like flavor, lilac like posture, or, lilac like the faint sadness, or.