In the middle of summer, the plane trees on the street grow freely, and the pure white and elegant flowers bloom on the ground, intoxicating the footsteps of countless travelers. The Book of Songs. Daya" has clouds: "The phoenix is singing, and it is in the high post; The sycamore is born, and the sun rises in the sun. ”

These elves on the tree, thinking that it should have been planted from a dream of the queen, that night he sang "Alone in the west building without a word, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely Wutong deep courtyard locks Qingqiu." ”

He watered his sorrow with a sycamore, and soaked the sycamore with a thousand years of sorrow, so that when people with sensitive hearts saw her, they couldn't help but have a sad resonance.

And in the eyes of the romantic poet is different, the madman who rode a donkey out of Chang'an, only stayed under the tree for a while, and then wrote a famous love poem that moved the ages, after writing, he suddenly had tears in his eyes, and the girl who told him the flower language of the sycamore flower left, it should have been ten years. He picked up the flask hanging from his waist again, drank it heavily, and then laughed and walked on.

Qiuhua walked down the street, the plane blossoms of the trees were blooming with great pride, and strangely, there was no one on the street where the flowers were in full bloom.

There was an unusually beautiful girl standing under the tree in the distance, and when she saw Qiu Hua again, she ran over with a smile, Qiu Hua noticed that there was someone behind her, and hurriedly turned around, and the person was colliding with Qiu Hua.

The girl blinked and asked, "Qiuhua, do you like me?" Although Qiuhua was a little puzzled by her sudden question, she still replied without hesitation: "Of course, Jingru, I love you for a lifetime." ”

There was a hint of loneliness in the girl's eyes, and she turned around to leave, and she muttered to herself, "Why? I can't compare to Tian Jingru. Why? Qiuhua saw that Tian Jingru was leaving, and was about to chase her.

But Zheng Nan suddenly blocked his way, looked ahead, and found that Tian Jingru had long been out of sight. Today's Zheng Nan is very different from usual, wearing a white polka dot dress, looking very playful and cute. Qiuhua had never seen her dressed like this, and couldn't help but look at her twice, Zheng Nan blushed and asked, "Senior Qiuhua, is it good-looking?" ”

Qiuhua came back to her senses and asked in surprise, "What did you just call me?" "I'll just ask you, is it good?" After that, Zheng Nan lowered his head again, completely looking like a little daughter, but he didn't expect that the shrewd and capable Zheng Nan on weekdays also had such a cute side.

At this time, a gust of wind blew, shaking down a lot of sycamore flowers, the two of them were in the flower waterfall, but Qiuhua felt that people were more delicate than flowers. He sighed heartily: "It's good-looking, it's good-looking." "What about you, do you like it? Like me? Zheng Nan's tone was expectant.

"Ahh Qiu Hua's heart was full of surprise, how could Zheng Nan ask such a question. Could it really be as ridiculed by his roommates, Zheng Nan really has something else to mean to himself? Frankly speaking, Zheng Nan is not unbeautiful, on the contrary, if she takes off that arm, she will never lose to Tian Jingru.

Seeing Qiuhua's hesitant appearance and wanting to speak, Zheng Nan was in a hurry and actually cried.

Qiu Hua couldn't bear it, and stood aside and apologized desperately. In the next second, Zheng Nan stepped forward and hugged him, crying: "Senior Qiuhua, you don't like me anymore." Isn't Jingqiu cute? Woooooo

Qiu Hua asked with a confused expression, "Zheng Nan, what did you say?" Zheng Nan beat him, and then scolded: "Zheng, you big-headed ghost, I'm Jingqiu." "Ahh You're not Zheng Nan! Qiuhua was even more surprised. Tian Jingru, who had just left, ran back at this moment and said happily: "Qiuhua, I'm here." Were you just calling me? ”

Qiuhua is already a second monk at the moment - confused. He looked at them, pointed at them in turn with his hand, and said, "Zheng Nan? Jingqiu? The two people in front of him nodded and said in unison, "Yes." ”

"So, what about Jingru?" Qiuhua asked. "Qiuhua, I... I'm here. Huang Jingqiu's voice came from behind, Qiuhua turned around, and saw her slowly walking out from behind the big tree, her face full of embarrassment.

Immediately afterward, the autumn wind increased his power, and the large fields of plane blossoms on the trees began to fall rapidly, and when the flowers fell to the ground, they actually flowed out bright red liquid, like blood.

Soon, the sycamore flowers flooded the entire street. Qiuhua was in the midst of a sea of flowers, feeling that he was about to suffocate, and he began to struggle violently. Finally, feeling a little soothed, he hurriedly opened his eyes, only to realize that it was just a yellow dream. Qiuhua got up and saw the plane tree in the distance from the window, still with bare branches, and there was not a single flower to be seen.

He couldn't help but wonder, why did he have this dream?