The year when flowers bloom

When sorting things out a few days ago, I accidentally found a graduation photo of primary school. The photo is slightly yellow, and the corners are wrinkled. Once, I thought photos were the best way to record the flow of time. Only at this moment did I realize that they were so thin that I looked at the beauty shown on the green cheeks in the photos, I think of the year when our flowers bloom.

In the year of blooming flowers, we first saw it in September. Shyly, we sat quietly in the classroom with brand-new schoolbags on our backs, welcoming the first lesson in our primary school career. A pair of eyes with thirst for knowledge stared at the books tightly; A burst of neat and loud reading sounds with some milk echoed in the campus. When flowers bloomed that year, we began to know each other.

In the year of blooming flowers, parting was in June. We ran on the campus with a brand-new Graduation Album, looking for good friends in the primary school career and a touching message, A hug full of unwillingness, we gathered under the old pine tree in the campus and took pictures of the graduation photo in the primary school trip. The little boy standing next to me, do you remember the red tip of my nose when playing sandbags game? The deskmate sitting next to me, do you remember the “38” line we carved together on the desk? Does the girl who loves “crying” still remember the “tianniu” in her schoolbag “. In those years, we laughed and laughed together in the classroom; In those years, we were scolded and punished together in the corridor; In those years, we sang and sang together in the campus; In those years, we ran together on the playground. When flowers bloomed that year, we graduated together, but in the photo, a pure and innocent one of you, where are you drifting now……

In the year of blooming flowers, twelve years later, we who had already worked rushed to the meeting place because of a “thought. When we saw each other again, we were no longer young, but the 12-year separation and Rush did not make us isolated and restrained. At the moment when we clasped our hands, in a simple greeting, in a heartfelt smile, we felt that the familiar smell came back. We went back 12 years ago and 12 years ago to the fragrant time, we took another photo taken 12 years later with a smile. The flowers bloomed that year and we were reunited.

In the year when the flowers bloom, thank you. I hope the flowers bloom as usual and we can look up and smile together.

Author: Cheng Jiaping

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