This year, I missed the season of lilacs in full bloom. Every time I think about it, my heart will ache faintly.

I'm like a caged bird. The sky outside is vast and the world outside is wonderful, but I can't get out.

Fortunately, you don't have to go upstairs deliberately, you can overlook it every day.

In the hot summer, I looked at the distance and thought about those distant poems, and my heart was cold.

"Dongfeng is not with Zhou Lang, and Tongque Chunsuo Er Qiao." Du Mu's Red Cliff, let's not delve into the meaning of this poem.

But in the distant years, in the depths of spring, Er Qiao on the bronze sparrow terrace is not enjoying the prospect, so it must be a kind of bondage to lock it deep.

Er Qiao must have something to do with me. Now think about it, I don't have a sister, and I don't have a sister. I am the only one locked in a tall building, no matter how deep the spring is and how far the autumn is.

A tall building locked a Joe in spring, and that Joe was me.

How much did I miss? I missed a lot!

One summer afternoon, I heard the lilac again:

I just realized that the solstice summer has passed and the lilacs have blossomed.

Not far from home, there are many lilac trees in the garden of Yiman Middle School. There is a statue of a martyr in Zhao Yiman in the lilac tree. When lilacs bloom in May, the garden seems a little more lively.

Actually, Zhao Yiman is a very beautiful woman. She was only thirty-one years old when she died, and the child was less than eight years old.

If I hadn't been born in such troubled times, in my thirties, I would have fallen like a lilac scattered by the wind and rain, and it was a bit messy ... It really hurts to think about it.

And Lilac won't wait for me because of my sadness and carelessness. No matter what I expect or forget, she will be there until the flower season.

Just like the poem "You saw me, or you didn't see me, I was there, not sad or happy ..."

Lilac is: I will be there whether I come or not; Whether you like it or not, I will open the business as scheduled.

I was moved by Huang Taiji and Hai when I read The Secret History of Xiaozhuang. The child of the sea left, and she was dying. She said sadly to Huang Taiji, "I'm dying. Don't be sad, just pretend that the flowers are not in bloom and I haven't been here. "

"Flowers are similar year after year, and people are different year after year" only changes people's appearance, but flowers bloom year after year and Iraqis have gone, how can it not happen!

Last flower season, I also folded some lilacs in the rain and put them in a bottle to raise them with water. I can't go to see lilacs every day, but I'd like to open my eyes every day and look at lilacs and ask about their fragrance.

In fact, this fragrance has remained in my memory for more than twenty years.

As soon as I smell this smell, I will think of the campus of the University of Technology. Behind the main building and the machinery building is a small garden. Since I have been to Xiao Hong's former residence, I have called it "the back garden".

The "back garden" is full of lilacs, which is the city flower of Harbin. When the flowers are in full bloom in May every year, the whole campus is immersed in the fragrance of flowers, and the air is filled with faint fragrance.

After many years, this taste will precipitate into the taste of my university, just as the smell of zongzi reminds me of the Dragon Boat Festival, and the smell of lilacs will remind me of that youth.

"The bluebird doesn't spread the news beyond the clouds, and the lilacs are sad in the rain." This is a poem written by Li Jing, the leader of the Southern Tang Dynasty. Maybe he wants to express his grief over the loss of his motherland. Don't hate it. My college time was not only full of flowers, but also full of worries.

The lilacs in the rain are the most lingering, misty and faint fragrance, and the finely divided petals always make people sad.

"The jade bird doesn't spread the news outside the cloud, and the lilacs are sad in the rain", which, yes, later became my qq signature. There seems to be no resentment in the depths of love, and it is this sad beauty that is fixed in memory.

In the first few years after I left school, the smell still lingered in my body. I use words and books to commemorate my youth. Lilacs taste like background music.

When I first joined the work, I was more at leisure. I often go to Qiaotou Factory to find junior high school students to play. Lilac trees have also been planted on Yonglu on both sides of the factory.

It happened that I went in May and the lilacs came. The smell of lilacs in the factory coincides with the smell of lilacs in my memory.

So I often go to play with that classmate, have nothing to say together, talk aimlessly, and sometimes sit for a while without saying anything.

No one will know that I went to see lilacs. I euphemistically revealed that I wanted a lilac tree, but she was afraid to give it to me. She is afraid that the leader will not, and she has no right.

I actually had the idea of stealing trees, but I didn't, not that I didn't want to steal, but that I never found the opportunity.

When I went back to my parents' house in spring, I saw a small shrub planted on both sides of the road. In early spring, the branches withered and it was hard to see what tree it was.

Father said it was lilac. Although it was not the season of flowers, I was still very excited. That means that as long as you come back in the flower season and open the window, you can smell the fragrance of cloves and be happy when you think about it.

But I was a caged bird and missed the flowering period. I missed everything on my parents' way, in a man's garden, in the distance, beside me.

However, the lilac complex in my heart can't be dispelled for a long time. Dai Wangshu wrote in Rain Lane:

What kind of hint is this, and what kind of concealment is it? I would like to be a girl like lilac, wandering alone with sadness, and the long rain lane seems to be a past life that has never gone far.

In your last life, you were a scholar who went to Beijing to take the exam. On the way, you met me. We met a long time ago. When I left, I said, "I have an upper body. When you do the first half, I will marry you. " You are full of promises. My first part is: water-cooled wine, one drop, two drops, three drops. The ancient word water is "one". You know the characteristics of this couplet. After thinking hard, there was no result, but it ended in frustration. A few years after my death, a lilac grew on my grave. I passed by here and sighed, saying that although you failed to tell the scholar before you died, you finally understood that there were countless lilacs.

The melody of lilacs fluttered again. "You said that you loved lilacs the most, because your name was her …" In 2000, Tang Lei expressed his deep memory of the lost girl and that period of dreamtimes with lilacs as the carrier.

Every story is inseparable from a girl, a girl as sad as lilac. It seems that I am not the only one in the world who is worried about giving new words.

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