Friendship Prose Under the Spring Flowers

Valentine's Day, Spring Festival, and Lantern Festival are all gone, and spring is coming with light steps. Under the blue sky, the yellow jasmine flowers are so delicate and beautiful that they appear in clumps. Clusters, beautiful and picturesque.

Suddenly, the phone rang, and it was a call from the beautiful girl Hong. A few days ago, I posted an article "The Autumn of the Creeper" on a certain public account. At first, she was just asking. , was that article written by me? I answered truthfully: Yes. Then she commented, I wrote very well! They also enthusiastically forwarded articles for me, which really surprised me. Words have always given me beauty and happiness. I only use words to record my mood or small insights into life, but that day it brought me a friendship! In the next few days, we chatted often and slowly got to know each other better. The breath of spring became stronger and stronger, and the small orange-yellow jasmine flowers bloomed all over the corners of the community. While admiring the wonderful scenery in front of me, I answered the phone. She reminded me on the phone that tomorrow is the March 8th Goddess Day. We will go out to sing karaoke tonight to celebrate the March 8th Festival in advance. To be honest, I really wanted to go, but later I still refused. In the fast-paced life, except for winter and summer vacations, there is almost no extra time for recreation. I don’t know since when, I no longer care about all festivals, and I have become more and more fond of spending time alone, staying away from the crowd and being as quiet as a dream. I like to recall the past. The past is like the thick winter jasmine at this moment. It always pokes its head out from the gaps in life, teasing the hurried and rough footsteps of a traveler like me. Her first invitation was missed like this.

The days passed by as fast as water. Every time I passed by where she worked, I couldn't help but turn my head and look at her. Their friendship was still limited to WeChat chat, and I had no impression of her in reality. I remember it rained that day. In the evening, she asked me on WeChat: "Are you free tomorrow? I'll be a guest at your house!" I said, "Of course." It's a blessing to meet such a cheerful friend. The rain outside the window fell on the windowsill, ticking with rhythm, as if composing a beautiful song on a rainy day, gently describing loneliness! I huddled up by the window, holding on to the warmth of the boiled water in my hands. You can’t understand the raindrops under the neon lights outside the window. There is a person curled up by the window, watching the raindrops falling vaguely. Occasionally, there will be one or two raindrops accompanied by the wind, dripping on the window sill. Put down the water glass, close your eyes, and unknowingly it has Entered dreamland.

When the morning light appears on the horizon, the rain stops, the dark clouds no longer entangle the sky, and the gentle breeze dawns, everything is like a dream. If the years are full of poetry and painting, don't you need to find reasons to be strong. The cloud on the horizon has already softened the morning light, and the crisp calls of the birds have made the whole world cheerful. I couldn't help but be a little intoxicated by this beautiful morning. Suddenly, the phone rang, and it was Hong's call. She said she had arrived at my door. I was excited and happy, and hurried back. This time we were finally going to meet!

I saw her when I got off the elevator. I opened the door and asked her to come in. Joy appeared on her face. The slender hair beside her ears hung down her cheeks. There was a soft line on her bright red lips. Her curves showed a faint smile, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, making people feel that she was very stubborn. We talked about a lot of topics. It was the first time we met, and there was no awkwardness in getting along. Chatting until the afternoon, Hong was as enthusiastic as she was on WeChat. She also taught me how to ride an electric bike. With the breeze blowing on my face, I waved my hands. The bustle of February, the returning swallows searching for their nests, the flowers in bud, and the willows sprouting, are everywhere. In the spring light, we wandered on the road with fast traffic, and came across winter jasmine, white magnolia, peach blossoms and willow branches. On that bright spring afternoon, she passed through my years, and I passed through hers. At that time, time paid off. At this time, spring is everywhere! Unforgettable, unforgettable.

The spring flowers are blooming.