Another year of pear blossom white

Some people like the cold and proud of the snow, the dark fragrance of plum blossoms, and some people like to burn their flowers, delicate and flamboyant peach blossoms, but he only likes the white and flawless, not arrogant pear. Quietly open in the branches, everything, and no one special.

　　Every year when the pear blossoms white, he will ignore the busy work, far away, back home to live in the pear garden for some time, until the piece of snow white slips off the branch, crushed into mud, only with regret to leave.

　　Every time I see him leave with a lost face, always give the illusion that the next year will never come back, but the next year will be so. He seems to just come back to see the pear blossoms that grew up with him, and it seems not, who knows exactly?

　　Another year pear blossom white, he came again as scheduled. And the previous year daily just standing there, looking at the whole pear sea out of the different, this time he sat on the ground, leaning against an old pear tree said a lot of words, until the sunset did not leave.

　　He said, he is going to get married, the marriage object is his college department of a girl, the girl is very cute and very bold, chasing him for a long time, for him to refuse the work arranged by the family, into the company where he is

　　He said he may not come back to see the pear in the future ...... The words fell, and suddenly a wind, blew his hair, blowing down a ground of pear blossoms.

　　He said a lot but was finally blown away in the cool evening breeze. He seems to say tired, reached out and picked a pear flower, after a long time, closed his eyes and leaned against the pear tree, the air is only a faint pear fragrance and a shallow breathing sound.

　　He did come to see the pear blossoms, but not just to see the pear blossoms. He is keeping a promise, a promise that only he seems to remember, a promise that seems never to be honored.

　　At that time they were young, and she lived next door to his house, and she said she loved pear blossoms. A bush, a cluster like a small white flawless pearl hanging branches, in the sunlight, in the spring breeze, jumping, dancing, white as snow.

　　As his family's pear trees more and more, the pear garden is getting bigger and bigger. From a distance, the pear tree is like a fountain from the ground. And the snow-white pear flowers, like a constant stream of waves.

　　During the pear blossom season, they run through the pear bushes, and the wind swept up pieces of pear blossom, dancing with the wind. Sometimes are unable to distinguish, whether flying white sprites are pure white butterflies or white pear blossoms.

　　Such carefree days did not last long, she finally went to the field with her parents, parting had agreed to wait for the next year when the pear blossom white, in the pear garden to meet, together to see the pear blossom sky.

　　So he got into the habit of going back to the pear garden every year to see the pear blossoms, but he waited for so many years not to see her again, perhaps she has forgotten it. He finally took a deep look at the garden full of pear blossom white, turned around, and left.

　　In the corner of the pear garden he did not know, there was a small mound, quietly standing there, and the pear garden of the disturbance seems out of place, this is the last thing she begged her parents, let her here with the pear garden, with him.