A tree of lilacs flourishes and fails,

did not wait for the swallow to fall,

Suspected of coming to ......

My grandma and mom were both teachers.

In elementary school, I grew up where they were the sun.

At that time, the home was outside the courtyard walls of that school,

In late spring, the clusters of purple lilacs bubble up on the red bricks and green tiles, quietly dripping to enjoy the generous gifts of time ——— comfortable.

My childhood memories are wrapped up in the rich and subtle aroma of cloves.

When I was young,

Jumping in the long river of Yaya's time,

Stained with purple flowers,

The gauze skirt of my childhood rippled and rippled beside the lilac tree.

Because of my family,

I was comfortable in school.

At that time, I

Talkative,

Love to laugh,

Love picks up a bouquet of cloves and shines around the sun,

Love to put white sandals in the bushes and run barefoot,

I love to tie my hair into a small chirp, and then insert a clove to make a youthful love nest.

When I was a child, I was a lilac year,

I don't know what lavender is yet.

Although lavender is now all over the world, it is not as elegant and intellectual as cloves, nor is it as gentle and ladylike as cloves.

Mainly that cloves in my young and ignorant years,

Slowly into a painting,

into poetry,

into a secret that no one knows.

When I was a child, I had single eyelids.

When I was a child, my front teeth were quite large,

With a smile, his eyes are crooked like crescent moons.

I remember when I was 9 years old,

I especially like to be in the crevices of the lilac trees,

and the moon in the night sky,

than the eyes.

I put my hands in my eyes,

Smell the fragrance of Ding that permeates the youthful years,

breathe deeply

Straight to the bottom of my heart.

I didn't worry about it at that time,

I feel that it is not easy to grow old in my prime,

The deceased will not be returned!

So

I greedily want to suck the lilacs of my childhood,

It's a pity,

The deceased is not there,

Time is drunk!

In today's cities, lilacs are rare, and they may be short-lived and unpopular.

I'm in the swaying wind,

Smelling the light of the earth,

That touch of the sunset,

It was the cloves that took away the beautiful memories of my jerky childhood.

I wanted to be a swallow feather,

Fall on the lilac's leisurely and miserable.

I wanted to be a goose,

Fly over the purple sea.

I wanted to be a smiling and bent eyes gauze girl again,

Standing on tiptoe, the sentimental tree girl was terrified.

I wanted to tie the ponytail of the lilac hairpin,

Dancing and smelling the years, ruthless, unintentional, fearless and miserable.

A tree of lilacs, prosperous and falling,

Heaven does not spare age,

I have no right to ask about the past.

The heavens will come to an end,

How dare Lilac not be ruthless?

My tufty dress,

Frozen in the depths of time, the lilac purple cloud garden,

swallow did not fall,

Branchless,

After the spring rains, the hot compress wraps,

Yan Fei has nowhere to hide,

How can the red dust be noisy,

The old man is still there,

Zhu Yanyu's appearance has changed!

Didn't the old man come?

A tree of lilacs defeated by the sky!

Tribute to my lilac-like childhood,

purple-purple-gray-white,

I can't go back,

Just be,

I'm Yan,

Fall in the little lilac years where the old man is still there!

Quiet as you,

love

All!