A tree of confusion, a field of memories

Wait until time is white at the temples, finally able to turn around.

Run back to it.

The years are hurrying, finally running back to the original place. The place where the confederate blooms.

The years are quiet, I will not let you down.

In the early summer of that year, a confederate tree was more than a flower.

I remember my mother often told me that when I was born, she dreamed that there were many white flowers blooming in the yard, like gardenias, but the fragrance was different and intoxicating. I do not understand, just crooked head listening.

The teacher asked us to write about our favorite flower, and I chewed on my pencil for a long time, and finally put pen to paper. My favorite flower, called the flower ...... that time, my essay got a poor, the teacher said, living in the tea country, but wrote the wrong word tea, really should not. I tilted my head to argue.

"Teacher, that's tianhua." The tone of voice was so firm for the first time ever.

Later, I realized that I was right, the flower was called confederate, but I was too young, and I just listened to my teacher, and eventually changed the word "confederate" to "tea".

Confervo, the beauty of the end of the road.

It was also a year ago that I met a girl who was like a confederate.

Her name is Confervo.

A lonely girl who does not like to talk, does not like to wear skirts, a little violent, no one wants to talk to her. That guy once scared the kids downstairs and cried.

The neighbors said that she was from out of town and seemed to be brought in by her parents to recuperate from illness.

For this girl, the neighbors have a lot to say, and then I know the truth, people just come back to visit their relatives.

The truth is so simple after pulling the thread out of the cocoon.

The first exchange was in the hallway. Looking back now, I think the hallway is a mecca for making friends, I think how many of my friends were made in the hallway. I was going downstairs to throw away the garbage, and I was carrying the snacks I just bought.

The blue mirror cut out of my pocket and fell to the floor.

"You dropped your mirror." She said, and I was about to pick it up, but she picked it up before me. "You know the Nine Mirrors?"

"Eh? What?"

"This mirror belongs to the Nine Mirrors." She didn't look at me either, she just rubbed her hand over the mirror.

"Oh, you said he ah, used to live downstairs, then went to move away to heal." I nodded as an afterthought.

"Yeah, I know." She said absentmindedly, "He's recovering well lately."

And so the conversation opened up. But the source of the conversation was actually a friend I hadn't seen in a long time.

Tuan's parents were not always at home, so they would come to play with me or dine with me when they had nothing to do, and I didn't mind. The first thing you need to do is to get acquainted with your friends. The day of New Year's Eve, we did not sleep, outside the window intermittently came the business of falling fireworks, incomparably harsh.

Also that night, I watched fireworks all night in her company.

"Those people say I have an unpleasant face." She sat with her hand on her cheek at the top of the stairs.

I walked down and handed her a box of ice cream, "No, you're not, you're beautiful, they're the ones who are jealous."

"Cut it out," she scooped a big spoonful into her mouth, "Idiot, that's not what I'm talking about. Sometimes I want to punch you in the face, how do you grow a brain." The words were not finished before she was frozen and spit out all the ice cream.

"You just don't remember, your mouth is too bad, that's why you don't like those guys." I said casually, but felt rude and added, "But I don't think so, you're actually cuter than anyone else, okay?"

"Cut it out," she said, tilting her head to the side and changing the subject, "Mom and Dad said they're going home in a year and they'll come back later. After all, this isn't my home."

This is not my home.

This is not my home.

I looked up, pretended to watch the fireworks, and secretly wiped away my tears.

I remember when the adults were not around, we often mentioned some strange topics, jokingly, she once said that she had been a bird of prey for three lifetimes, and finally could not fly anymore, stopped on a confectionery tree, this life as a human, to wait until the confectionery blooms again in ten years, it is time to go back.

I laughed at her and said, "I've read too many fairy tales, I always think blindly. The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you want to do.

Now that I think about it again, I think she has a point, leaving is for the next encounter. The next time the flowers bloom, the birds of prey will come back, how nice.

Later, when I went to middle school, she suddenly moved away without saying hello, but later the landlord said he found a small note in her room, saying that it was for me, and said that children nowadays are really strange, always talking about something like flowers, birds and fish. After I read it, I cried for some reason.

The note said that the next time the confluence blossoms, the birds will come back with a basket full of memories and thoughts. --Tianquan

That night it rained and fell far away. The confederate in my dream was in bloom and she and I were sitting under the tree laughing and smiling.

We were walking far away from each other. In the end, it was blurred.

I can't go back, so I can only go forward.

It was early summer again, and the confederates were blooming again. From afar, I seemed to see who was waving and smiling lightly.

I woke up from a dream, and outside the window was a field of fallen flowers.

The memories finally stopped at the pen.