April seems to be a busy and slightly sad season, and the month of April in the world is full of flowers, and it is the beginning of the time when the people of Iraq are haggard.

When I got up in the morning, I rubbed my hazy sleepy eyes and felt the smell of the sun, and my sullen heart was slightly soothed, and I dreamed again at night.

In fact, in the bustling city, she thought that she was just a speck of dust in a hurry, step-by-step, casual, so she gathered her messy hair, pulled over the quilt to cover her head, and coveted the short-term warmth in the quilt. —Foreword

【Go】

Memory is like a pen, always the wrong volume under the book, with a crying voice to write down the vicissitudes of life that can never come back, she has always been a gentle and enviable girl in the eyes of outsiders, except for a period of gray childhood that seems to be uncovered, the student days are naturally bright as the sunshine of spring in March, she cherishes flowers and loves red makeup, for this, I don't know how many people ridiculed, but her face has been smiling like a flower, from elementary school to junior high school, his younger brother as his flower messenger, really did an extremely competent job, in addition to the strength of a little bigger, Others are naturally inferior to her.

Before the junior high school entrance examination, she was already a "scholar", heavy schoolwork, there will be those subtle people, can't bear the restlessness in her heart, so she received a love letter that is not a love letter, she has the impression that it is a shy boy who talks to her and blushes a little, she doesn't even remember that there is such a teenager living outside her two tables.

So she planted a small bag full of flower seeds during the holiday of that year, and she didn't say a word that day, as if it had never happened, and the natural encounter was the same as before, because some answers take time to give.

Two months later, the seedlings that had already taken shape showed off their belongings, which were dense pots of chrysanthemum seedlings in the field, and before leaving home to go to school, she pointed to the bucket of lush greenery and said to her brother, "Do you think they will not bloom until autumn comes?" The big barrels should be big enough for them to grow. ”

At the beginning of the new semester, she began to be busy in the new school, and gradually forgot that there was still such a bucket of flower seedlings, and even the shy boy withdrew from memory, after all, the life of high school was much more prosperous.

Until a letter one day pieced together her memory, and because of that red chrysanthemum photo, she remembered his name, he said: This flower is called daisy, and the flower language is eternal happiness!

She pursed her lips and chuckled, for the first time in her life, she felt that there would be a boy besides her younger brother who had such delicate thoughts.

【Vintage】

She didn't notice that the thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, in her cardamom years, also had a trace of envy for the love in the book in her ignorance, so when she was in the computer class, she secretly browsed the pictures of flowers, her eyes fixed on the bright red, and never knew that there were chrysanthemums that could grow so small and exquisite, gentle and pleasant.

She began to miss the bucket of greenery in her hometown town a hundred miles away, and this longing really stemmed from her love for flowers, and she thought to herself.

In the interval between going to the school cafeteria for lunch, she hurriedly called home, absentmindedly listened to her mother's advice, did not dare to ask, only hurriedly probed whether the bucket of seedlings was still there, and got a positive answer, and her heart was safe.

She didn't reply, but she was still able to receive letters one after another, and when she looked through the biology book, she felt a little sorry in her heart, hearing that his science grades were particularly good, and he was particularly fond of physical chemistry, but for some reason he chose liberal arts.

Eleven long vacation to go home, forced to pull up the younger brother, although all the way and lying on the younger brother, the long-distance bus is still because of motion sickness vomit, she is still stupid at the younger brother who twisted the eyebrows, early in the morning to arrive home late, as soon as the house entered, the rabbit in the yard searched for the bucket of hope, until I saw the dying plant in the bucket, it was quiet.

There is no hope for the prosperous scenery, shouldn't the chrysanthemums be golden everywhere in September and October? She was a little annoyed, and even complained a little about the boy who gave her infinite beauty and longing.

The next day, she dragged the bucket with great difficulty, the dying plants in it were shaking, she said: "You take it away, I can't give you what you want......" He didn't say anything, picked up the bucket and left, the figure was frozen in her heart for a long time and did not melt, tall and a little lonely.

Back to school, everything is calm again, she has a larger circle of her own, Christmas Eve, each class held an event, the tall boy who sat next to her who had been looking for her stubble was okay to coax her to perform a show, she thought that she chose science is to be quiet like a grass, in desperation, she blushed and sang a song to her classmates - grass.

She thought that he would never write to her again, after all, there was no reply, but she didn't think about it, two days before the year-end exam, she still received a letter, which was no longer a photo of a blooming daisy, but a bucket of resurrected lushness, and a paragraph was written on the back of the photo: Born to death, its flowers also have a flower language called parting.

【Across the Shore】

There were still letters intermittently, until she was in her third year of high school, and there was no news for half a year, and it seemed that he seemed to have changed schools during the Spring Festival.

Approaching the college entrance examination this half semester, everyone seems to be overloaded with slaughtering brain cells every day because of going to college, one day in March, after a biology class, she is struggling with the orthocross genotype of peas, someone is frolicking, a small pot of flowers like the flowers on the photo she received earlier, as red and gratifying daisies, held in front of her, she put down the pen a little dazed, through this pot of daisies, four words appeared in her mind: life to death!

Going around and around, to this day of the coming year, she knew that not all chrysanthemums bloom in autumn, she carefully took the pot of flowers, I don't want to, a little drop of water on the flowers and leaves, chilled her heart, looking at the fine and dense droplets, she began to laugh, it turned out that he was still the taciturn, gentle and delicate boy.

For the first time, she began to have a good impression of boys of the same age except for her younger brother, and probably, sixteen or seventeen-year-old girls have reached the age of longing for love.

Affection is a seed, slowly taking root, and it is said that the falling flowers are intentional, and it turns out that he transferred to this school.

Approaching the college entrance examination, the feelings of the classmates seem to have been suppressed for too long, so the rumors of who is in love with whom, like mushrooms after the rain, one by one with straw hats pop up, three times a month as soon as the mock test results come out, everyone whispers about the rumored couple's score rankings, most of them say that love affects learning, so after another mock exam, she looked at the results ranking with a pale face, she never quit the top ten, and now ranks thirty, although she is only secretly emotional.

After all, he couldn't bear to be unhappy with her, some gorgeous were only suitable for memory, some vows were only suitable for remembrance, some throbbing were only suitable for meditation, and since then those warm words have been presented on paper and passed into her hands.

In July, after the exam, she and her roommate stayed in the square until midnight, drank some wine, that was the first time she drank, it seemed to be drunk, it was he who sent them back, after that night she figured it out, as he said: there is a kind of giving, nothing to do with love, only for sincerity.

【Silence】

When she applied for the exam, she did not hesitate and told him the school he filled in, however, the world is impermanent, and everyone has a fate that cannot be escaped.

So she said that since there is no fate, why do you need to feel distressed, some people are destined to appear at this time in your life, but it will take you a long time to forget, and she belongs to one of them.

He was silent, but there was some faint expectation in his heart, if the first choice failed, then the parallel choice would be ...... With a smile on his eyebrows, he said, it doesn't matter, such a distance is far within the flowering period.

The admission letter came down, and sure enough, they were all the first-choice schools, their junior high school classmates reunited, his iron buddies coaxed him to confess to her, he blushed, didn't say a word about Fengyue, she smiled lightly and got up to relieve him: they all said that the flowing water was ruthless, but they didn't know that it was a last resort.

On the day of the university report, at the reception of freshmen, she saw a boy who was as taciturn as him, gentle and delicate, missing the grass like the grass in March, she thought, at this age, should she be in love, but some confessions need to start with boys.

Half a semester has passed, there are more and more subjects, she is a little busy, it rained very much that day, the night is very dark, even though there are street lights on the side of the school road, but there are still places where the street lights can't shine, she didn't bring an umbrella, holding a book, cat waist, all the way back to the dormitory in fright, and then a gorgeous cold, change and clean up, as always, board QQ, the little penguin's beating hit her heart again and again, especially the not gorgeous text: There is a girl in our class, and you like, she especially likes the daisies I raised, I've been asking for it......

Busy days will always pass quickly, and some boys like such a busy girl, she seems to be less and less able to take care of herself, the number of illnesses is increasing, and the healing cycle is getting longer and longer, that day, the light rain, the infusion of her looked at other people's bedside have people who ask for warmth, she is a little lost, as usual will update the mood on QQ talk, back to the dormitory in the evening, she and he still chatted about the girl who also likes daisies, and at the end he said: I think I may not be able to give you what you want……

【Nirvana】

He said: Waiting is a busy pain, you don't understand, how many times a day I refresh your dynamics, you don't understand, I will be cranky when I see your signature changed, this kind of irritability, this pain, this kind of waiting, it makes me worse than dead, time is a sharp blade, little by little to drill into my heart......

She said: Time does not make people forget the pain, but makes people get used to the pain, such as the beauty of the flower on the side, how can this weak water 3,000 not wash away the nostalgia?

Since that day, he told him that after talking about his boyfriend, he has not updated his mood for a long time, and the diary is also a pen ploughing, and even articles are rarely written, one day, in March when the apricot blossoms were slightly raining, she received the first letter since college, which is still a photo of daisy flowers, which seems to be more ruddy and bright than before, and there is still a paragraph behind the photo: I don't know what to do, and I am deeply in love, so I don't want to tie you up, so you can fly to a happy place. It also has a flower language that is hidden in the bottom of the heart.

The streamer is easy to throw people, he doesn't know, when everyone says that he is not good and not suitable, she only says one sentence but I like it.

Don't wait for her to cry before saying how distressed she is. Don't wait for her to be tired before saying you're willing to take it for her. Don't wait for the hurt to say you're sorry. Don't wait for her to be gone to say how much you love her. By then it was already too late.

She just hopes that it will be you, not disgusted with her bad temper, not disgusted with her dress, not disgusted with her bad habits, not disgusted with her family background, and will always be by her side no matter what. She just hopes that there is such a person who can hurt her fiercely, and it is only related to love.