Tonight, I was sitting alone in the study reading a book. I inadvertently opened a diary, and there was a familiar smell in it. A flower appeared before my eyes. Although it had lost its former brightness, it did not wither. It still exuded that unforgettable smell.
I looked at this flower and fell into deep thought. The flower has always lived in my heart. I have never forgotten this flower, it will always exude a faint flavor in my heart. And now I am alone in the book reading the knowledge with soul, this knowledge has no boundaries, it records some buds that have not bloomed.
This flower carries a soul, and I know it very well. It exudes a touch of sadness just like lilac flowers . The young girl stood in the drizzle, holding an oil-paper umbrella and holding a diary in her hand. She leaned down and picked a flower, put it in the book, and gave it to me.
In the past, I would often open my diary and look at it to recall the past. I know how to weave a floral ribbon in my heart with the fragrant rose. I can also find the gaps between the black leaves on the branches of a clump of laurel. I also know how the pure lily flower disk exudes the fragrance.
When I looked at this forgotten little flower, I thought of those who had passed away and been forgotten. Her figure was still displayed in front of my eyes. And the happy and relaxed language of acacia emerges in my heart, but my soul always stays in this ancient diary, never failing.
Wei Guofeng
2022.12.25
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