"Every spring, when lilacs are in full bloom, I think of someone. She was the first girl who made me feel that lilacs are also beautiful flowers.

I can't remember when I started paying special attention to her. If time can be divided into pictures like a focal plane, the first picture about her that pops into my mind now is next to a lilac tree.

This is a beautiful spring. When she walked by the lilacs, a breeze suddenly blew, and the pale four-petal flower floated down and landed on her hair and shoulders, as if it had rained for her. I stood behind her and smelled the fragrance. Maybe the picture is too beautiful. In a trance, I can't tell whether the fragrance comes from flowers or from her.

Later, I often passed by the flowers. Because of her, I always stay there for a while. I met her occasionally, but she never saw those lilacs again.

That spring, I remember, but she forgot.

There is only one spring in a year, and I wonder how many springs we will pass by. Someone told me that five lilacs can bring happiness to people, so I found so many five lilacs that I thought the legend was incredible, but I never dared to give her one.

Finally, one day, on the day when lilacs exude charming fragrance, I walked past the flowers with lilacs. She was wearing a white coat and crimson sneakers that day. I don't remember the rest, because I haven't looked it up much. She looks very happy. She asked me if there was anyone I couldn't forget. I said yes. She said that since she can't forget the past, what about the person she likes now? I said that the person I like now is someone I can't forget. Then she asked the person she liked. I said I can't forget it together. She said I lied to her. I asked, will you forget me? She shook her head. I then asked, do you like me? She didn't answer, but I know the answer. So I said to her and myself, you see, it is not a great thing not to forget.

I picked a five-clove clove from the bush that day and gave it to her. She gave me another clove. If this lilac is useful, then I would rather give her my happiness.

In fact, I want to add a sentence to all my answers in the above dialogue.

You are the one who can't be forgotten.

The person I like now is you.

No matter before, now or in the future, you are the one who doesn't want to forget.

I gradually understood one thing. I like cloves, white and pink, blooming and withered, all of them. Just as I like her, no matter what she looks like, long hair and short hair, whether it's mine or not, I like it.

This spring, I remember, will she forget? "