Pinellia granatum

When I talk about you, I laugh as if I saw flowers and bones in winter; When I think of you, I feel lonely, just like the sunset.

? Tonight, the moonlight is like water, and I pass by the pomegranate tree in the old place. The weather is cool and the flowering period has passed. Naughty pomegranates covered the branches, and the shadows of trees sprouted heartily under the blowing of Xia Feng. This scene awakens you from a deep sleep.

? I can't remember when, where and what scene the story begins, but I seem to know it naturally. You are the little girl who lives next door, half a year younger than me. I still remember when you were three years old, you accidentally fell into the pond while picking red berries. That day, I called for help and hurried to find someone to help you get ashore. From then on, I became your savior, and naturally I was an inseparable friend. Although they grew up together, their personalities are so different that even adults feel strange. You are braver and stronger than me, and occasionally a little grumpy. I am quieter and more rational than you, and of course I have a small temper. You often make hasty decisions, but I am indecisive; You like pink, clothes and schoolbags are pink, I prefer light blue, and water cups and pencil cases are light blue; You say Ali is the cutest, and I think Maruko is the cutest ... In fact, considering that we don't look alike, it's quite appropriate, right? Maybe there is another person's shadow living in the other person's body, just like a sunny day. I love watching the sky and you love laughing. Just like the clear river, I love to hum, and you love to make noise …

? The rainy day in childhood is the most muddy, but it is the cleanest in memory. In retrospect, the things I did as a child are as numerous as the stars in the sky. Do you remember everything? We go to the back hillside to dig wild vegetables and go to Xiaohetang to catch fish and shrimp; We fly kites in the clover field and pick up strange stones by the railway tracks. We climb trees to pick mulberries and bury the seeds of peaches, apricots and loquats under persimmon trees. We folded many bamboo shoots to make flutes and stole corn from other people's gardens. We made a fire with the hay of baked sweet potatoes and cried for a long time for a dog named Panther in the wildflower field. We catch fireflies in the jungle on summer nights and drive ducks home with bamboo poles on our backs. We rode bicycles through sunrise and sunset, and made many outrageous fireworks wishes at 0: 00 on New Year's Eve …

? In the winter of 2009, during the snow season, the school just held the final exam. I woke up in the morning and found it was dawn through the curtains. I packed my things and ran to your window to wake you up while you were still sleeping. I hurried on the road with my schoolbag on my back. It was quiet that morning. Rows of bamboos in front of the door were bent by snow. In Qian Qian, snowflakes dance like thousands of white butterflies, and the thick snow makes the world extraordinarily bright. Looking back, only the footprints of the two of us, one by one. I tasted clean snow, which is not the same as ice cream. You solemnly recite: like a strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees, and tells me that this is called borrowing scenery to express feelings. However, the sky has been so white, and there are few people on the road, as if crossing. Later, I learned that our two primary school students actually set off after 5 o'clock. When we got to school, the grandfather who was the doorman had not opened the door, and waited for two hours before the exam began. As for the result of that exam, I can't remember it for a long time. You always blame me for interrupting my dream that day. I want to laugh at you being cheated by me, and I want to laugh at myself being cheated by Snow White. It was very quiet that morning, leaving only two lines of crooked footprints in the snow. After that year, I rarely saw such thick snow again, and I didn't have the opportunity to set foot on the first snow in the morning with you. This is worth considering, isn't it …

In fact, many things were buried by the wind and sand.

It's like a clip from a movie.

Open your eyes and emerge in front of you;

Close your eyes and draw it in your mind.

In fact, as long as you are here,

What kind of plot,

It doesn't matter what kind of lines.

? In the summer of 20 14, I just finished my middle school entrance examination and am still waiting for your holiday. Suddenly you are ill, and your stable life is in such a mess. I heard that you had gillitis at grandma's house and had to be hospitalized. We haven't had a chance to contact, and you haven't come back for a long time. Every morning, the first thing I do is to cross the path and knock on your door. But every time there is either no response or your father's disappointed answer. Morning glory by the roadside blooms at night and withers in the morning. Looking at their beautiful purple, I want to share it with you. Looking forward to my home, looking forward to tomorrow morning, you open the door for me. Girl who loves flowers, can you think of it? Its vines climbed to the top of the tree along the branches, wrapped in purple horns, like a string of swaying wind chimes, and several small snails hid in their shells and slept here. However, at this time, your condition has worsened. I asked and searched a lot of information about gillitis, which may be life-threatening and even leave sequelae. I'm really scared in my heart. It feels like where you're going for the first time. Without you, I lost most of my childhood, and no one can give up. In those late nights, I opened my notebook and wrote my story. In case you really can't come back, in case I forget them all one day. Yes, it has never been seen before, and it has never been seen since. I don't even know how far it is. In the rippling afternoon, your sallow face smiled, and my disobedient eyes cried. After a long separation, you came to my side from the other side of the road and stopped forever …

Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what?

Morning glory has a nice name called Xiyan.

I happened to meet him in the early morning.

They have never withered before.

When you are free, you can also look at the blooming purple.

Maybe we can find the summer with cicadas?

Spend a flower, you are youth,

A memorial longer than youth.

? In the spring of 20 16, we packed our bags and left our hometown where we grew up for more than ten years. Butterflies can't fly over the sea, and homesickness can't touch reality. When the curtain of doomsday falls, no matter how much you give up, you can only become your right-hand man after you get on the bus. It's been half a year, and we've been apart for a record length of time. Did you take the time to go back and have a look? It is said that the old house covered with green vines has long been demolished, and the pomegranate tree is lonely at the intersection, waiting for summer as usual, waiting for you as safely as the pomegranate flowers you picked during the Pinellia period are still in my box. Withered, she is still as passionate as you, and a pair of flowers never leave. Wind leaves amorous feelings, rain leaves rain, and you leave deep blue affection. I always knew that there would be a day of parting; You always believe that reunion will not be in the foreseeable future. Time is far away, don't forget your promise: to see the vast grassland, blow the salty sea breeze and plant an ancient cherry tree in your hometown. I will deeply remember: it was you who accompanied me to drink ice and saw the scenery in zero weather; It's you and I watching the clouds roll and relax, regretting the flowers blooming in front of the court. Who has a longer shadow in the sun than who? I miss it carefully, longer than the flowering period.

? When we grow up, dandelion seeds are everywhere, so are we? The noise of the city remains the same. Growing up is a person trying to get used to the strange scenery outside the window. There will be new umbrellas in case of wind and rain in the future. Can you turn on the light for me? I also warm the moonlight, like a cliche story in all rumors, listening to the wind painting fan waiting for you to say hello. Without each other's journey, remember the long and smiling company, and the joys and sorrows of life are always in the horizon. Whiteheads who can't be together, remember not to be defiled by the wind and snow. This has always been your destination. We can go back to the old place, but we can't go back to the beginning. Unconsciously, the years stole the kites we flew in the sky that year. At this moment, I finally understand that you are a teenager I want to keep in my hand, and you are a poem that I can't write in my life. Ali said: The cloud is destined to travel far and take your friends. Xiao Yun said: But you are my friend. As beautiful as flowers, like water, I hope you will like me. Even though the flowers have gone, there is still a breeze, and so is my heart.

If one day, dear, you see it,

Amber sunset, burning petals,

Will you think of me as a child?

Night, deep and quiet,

Is there a glimmer of light in your dusty summer?

May my simple words accompany lamp 3,

Quietly looking for the initial smile of pomegranate branches …

"The door of the distant old place is covered with pomegranate flowers.

Put on a new cactus and whisper.

That midsummer was full of prosperity.

Looking back once again becomes a flower.

Where is the burning tree hidden? Do you want to go home?

Or do you want to get a dinner with summer?

The sky is still blue, and the roadside wildflowers are in full bloom.

They are ashamed, but not as good as them.

Pomegranate flower in my heart

Rely on the bright moonlight

One tree is sad and two petals are sad.

Wandering alone with a red face

I mourn and cry as usual.

The old place in front of the door is no longer waiting.

I cherish the weather-beaten appearance.

People passing by in the green season say

Summer is almost over, can spring be far behind?

Finally, the cactus learns to blossom.

That boy has grown up. "

Also: Is there anyone in this world you want to treat with affection?

I just thank you for reading until the end.