In the warm autumn half window the sun, brew a cup of clove scented tea, Ren lilac hint of fragrance and water had to face, wet face, down into beads, as my tears...... Quietly stretched out his hands to lift the cup, a few years, time flies, heart and dream, go years without a trace, and I fell into the time tunnel, turn back into autumn children -- coyness still.
I remember when I, timid, self-esteem, trapped in their own world, complete darkness, but hope to meet a clove like girl, a understand me, know my girl. I like the thick cocoon self binding moth, pupation, pupation, but how also can not produce colored butterfly...... Is one disaster after another, because I had to leave before l junior high familiar environment and familiar people, all of which will undoubtedly aggravate my lonely sad. At this moment, I met them -- the group of flower beauty and fragrance, know me, understand me the person. It is in an autumn afternoon, I was bored wandering, suddenly saw in front of the school gate clove flower bed side has a group of girls laughing, fighting, their laughter is like sunshine in my lonely heart failure. I can not help but stop and listen, "the short happy. Then they saw me, and looked at me curiously, I know at this time the best way is to turn away or pretend to pass by silently, the heart suddenly welled up in a sense of hope, like a balloon in the heart is larger, it kept shouting, yelling in my heart: "I also want to be a members of this group, also want to experience the joy, the pleasant! I longed for friendship!" Finally, it soon burst, I said: "i...... Want to...... And you...... Make friends." The word is short, but if a century. But they simply stupefied immediately pulled me into the middle, also kept asking me: "what is your name" "why here"..PolyU Instagram.... Suddenly, full of joy and hit me, I hit the confused and disoriented -- so, meet, know each other.
Later, we often play together, and some good every day after school to clove flower bed side. Every day I meet the day looking forward, it is precisely because of this I look forward to every day is full of sunshine. I began to understand "the little prince", "you come at four o'clock in the afternoon, then at three o'clock, I shall begin to be happy. The time is approaching, the more I feel happy. At four o'clock, I will be on tenterhooks; I will find the cost of happiness." That kind of feeling. When we meet generally bring some snacks, so every afternoon, we sat down to eat snacks, talk about life, talk about the ideal, gossip, said life in every little thing. These things although trivial, perhaps ridiculous, but we are all of us in the world. Sometimes, we will play games on race each other in clove flower. In a lilac flowers of the season, we will also secretly pick a flower head, learn the concubine of TV, and then deduce a poignant story...... Then, to the senior high school entrance examination, can we meet the time is less and less, no, into a week saw another time, but time is often to see, say, and then rushed back to read a book, when meet atmosphere is not as happy and harmonious, everyone seems to have endless thing, everyone working on the desk, the papers. During the day, the teacher told the students desperately, desperately to remember. At night, the students worked hard, the teacher to change, go round and begin again the day boring suffocating...... Gradually, more busy, the party's cancelled. I can feel something precious things in our imperceptibly has been away from us, but when I reached for but what has not been able to seize......
My mind slowly back to the eyes, hands, green tea, is cool. Lilac flowers don't know when I quietly sank to the bottom of the cup, become blurred. I looked down and sipping, slightly bitter, I do not know is in the mouth or in the heart. Remember the last home on the way to see the old school, the school expanded, more than a few teaching building new, playground covered with plastic but left me countless memories of clove flower still. The flower beds are full of purple lilacs, brilliant, dazzling, with a touch of sadness, under the blue sky, a kind of poetic bleakness......