Summertime

When passing through the pedestrian tunnel, and saw a flower boy, bucket filled with colored carnation in her hand, holding a lotus in a lot of branches to be pruned, and I want to buy a daisy, to see the cotton candy of the paste, the timber desk open daisy and sky full of stars, hearts feel pleased but not, want to buy flowers on, laying the glass on the table. Guessed on the second day after another, that flower of the boys had disappeared.
Cotton candy will start to support learning Chinese cabbage flower, stripped of cabbage heart put the glass bowl holds live, clean and shallow layer of water, changing the water daily, cabbage, cotton candy, said only two or three days will be out yellow flowers, But I planted a few days, still not flowering Chinese cabbage.
Go shopping, the fancy clothes, suddenly heard a burst into the dressing room fragrance, gardenia fragrance is like the city of Phoenix as string together.
Years ago in Chengdu, also planted a gardenia cell downstairs, early summer opening of a blossoming, and I secretly pick to take advantage of the night no one came.
Remember that summer night many years ago, going to night classes to see Ruoyouruowu class smell of gardenia aroma.
At that time the campus and planted Hibiscus mutabilis Ding Xianggui jasmine flowers and Milan. These aroma fragrance of flowers, in memory but not real up all over.
I love flowers, but little effort Growing Flowers.
House less than two square meters of space, my sister ended up being a small garden, a rose Rose Epiphyllum orchid, and many, not the name I always called.
The total spend a lot of the time my sister looked after them, sometimes very long way to go is to get the soil back to the countryside.
I just looked on, flowers, flower abortion.

That day, to see naked, said the open wild lily that nice.
Just remember it was my grandparents house next door to the balcony and terrace connected to the platform species of lily, hours every year to see them bloom, summer time, this small platform on the kind of the vintage on the end of the grape, initially very acid , then every year sweet.
That lily, open the memory pretty soon, I forgot.
And grandmother, left two years, and that every year the lilies open, the original is still alone in the open.

Sister in her space, upload a lot of old photographs, from which two found themselves to be scared of not light.
Love is not all have so beautiful, the photo will not do some ugly moments.
Also saw the rain and my dear sisters, and our childhood.
That afternoon, I gossip rain on the bare mention of the interesting in Speaking of Lu County, the town, talking about that afternoon, I walk aimlessly one afternoon, and that some waste cold rain.
Those earthly warmth, scattered in the heart of the corner, or is too trifling, so when the heart is too wild, so trivial only in the mind stirred by warm, but cold as before.

I used to dive to see posts or fiction. Some people look to me, more time is perfunctory. Was feeling, as I and childhood. She said you were a kid still prefer fiction.
Her mouth was a child, I have 13,-year-old. Perhaps it seems that, when still a child, that time it was felt that they have grown up and want to go big outside world. So that summer, me and her parents without the knowledge of both sides to Chengdu, for us, Chengdu is that the outside world. Less than a week away from home, we've been to the lotus pond, Funan, Tianfu Square, as well as the high overpass, is building high-rise buildings. It was another world, Chengdu not imagine a better, but my childhood, life is not the same.
Later we were looking back to her parents, that's Chengdu Bank has become my family made fun of people brought things first mind, and gradually grow up, I've been to many places, experience a lot of landscape, we seem to have forgotten I first ran away from home, every time I talk about those customs, they are smiling, but I think I finally became an adult, you can say the torrent of words.
And that the home trip, leaving behind memories that are not very clear and white Baiqun Funan side shot photos, and the lotus pool to buy a goose yellow five-color T-shirt, a lovely chest rabbits, this dress to wear for many years still.

But that year and left home with her people, but gradually became stranger still. Should the not she find me, I almost forgot her.
And life, too many people who will never forget that, and gradually the name of the want is not up.
Think of the past, there will be excited, be touched, but more time, but has become lightly Topics created by some of the text.

Home to see the flowers are not many, even the summer flowers are one or several flower opening.
Instead, the endless spring and autumn in the mountains and plains rape yellow chrysanthemum, has become the most soul-stirring beauty of memory.
The spring peach, cherry, and at home, like the sky is pale.
Street and New Street into the town from the bridge and under the bridge. Rose water in summer, when the bridge is bound to be inundated, while the bridge has become the only passage Street New Street exit. Memories from childhood onwards, the bridge has never been flooded before, but the past few years, I am not at home, the water under the bridge each year, were covered up, the most powerful one, a hundred meters outside the shop flood Yan Dao. The people up the face of such water, although the mouth to complain about, the children are up shallow in joy to play with the local.

Junior high school graduates during that summer, my homework half the time, half the time to read Chiung Yao's novels.
And remembered the passing of his mouth were easy to throw, red cherry green banana.
In the summer rain, the time suddenly bunched up into a piece of paper, filled with the words, sometimes a rain-soaked scene.
Youngest cousin, is 20 of age.
My dear rain, second grade elementary school next semester. I can remember, rain or drizzle that three or four points. I have been in exile for so long Why? Sister said, you grow old, rain naturally grow.
Remarks, taught me the inevitable.
I had the green from years of life had hit the road. The age of older, recalled when the road to total less sigh.
Important to life without the opportunity to see Iraq's mountains green rainbow photographs, not himself suddenly moved. I vowed to mind stones and micro Hong Bo Li and the new version to open in Tibet, the promise that the words: One day, I will here.

The promise came so easily, because the heart already miss for a long time so unwavering.
Because of these promises, only to go this way lighter.
Snow sometimes come so easily destroyed, because the experience of thousands of miles and realized that we are still ahead alone.
Many people and things are still out of reach.