When love closes its door

One year, the purple hibiscus flowers on the university campus bloomed extraordinarily brightly. Her face was in an afterglow, two sweet red. He asked her under the flowering tree, "Do you know the language of the hibiscus flower?" She shook her head. He said, "Although the hibiscus flower blossoms and falls, it is plain and does not love prosperity. It represents steadfastness, eternity, and beauty. Just like you." She smiled. He went on to say, "Hibiscus blooms so grandly, how like a love, all of it, without reservation."

　　In the early fall, he and she fell in love. The school was on the outskirts of a small town, and they often stole time to run away. She sat on the back of his bike, her legs stretched up, her pink dress flying up like a fluttering butterfly.

　　Once, he found a motorcycle from somewhere, and she leaped onto the back seat like a deer, wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, and flew through the streets of the small town. At that time, the sky was high and the wind was sweet with the scent of flowers.

　　That day, he took the money out of the living expenses and bought a white blouse for her. The white blouse is silky smooth and soft, wear it on your body, the wind blowing, floating like a fairy. She couldn't wear it and held it tightly in her arms. He laughed at her foolishness. He pinned the clothes on the back of the motorcycle. He wanted her to wrap her arms around his waist, tightly.

　　When she arrived at school, she shook out her blouse, only to find a surprisingly small hole in the cuff. He pulled it over and looked down in annoyance - it was burned by the motorcycle's hot exhaust. She was so aggravated that she wanted to cry.

　　The next day, he put the white blouse into her hands, the cuffs of a purple hibiscus flower! In the original, he ran through the streets of the small town and finally found a small store to repair clothes. With a flower instead of a patch, is the small store's sign. However, they had never embroidered hibiscus flowers before, and at his begging, a purple hibiscus flower fell onto the clean white cuffs. She put the clothes on with satisfaction, and between the raised hands like a purple hibiscus flower was flying down.

　　She thought, a boy, can have such a fine mind, must be tender and considerate. When she graduated, she reluctantly followed him to teach in a small, isolated town where he was. When she said goodbye to the bustling city of her hometown, she didn't even turn her head back.

　　Three years was a blossoming flower. She devoted more time to her work. One day, she was burying her head in preparation for a class, and he was staring at her under the lamp. He said, "I don't love you anymore, let's get a divorce!" She laughed, thinking he was joking. "Don't be ridiculous, you have class tomorrow." He hung his head, "It's true."

　　She didn't know what to do, he was strange as if she never knew him, she stared at him, he didn't dare to look up, said it was because of another girl's intervention. He repeated "I'm sorry" many times.

　　What is this? He was like an overbearing rebel who took her captive, threw her into a place where it was cold and desolate, and then left her alone in desperation. In this small town, she only had him as a family member.

　　He left his house, his savings, and all his memories to her, and left alone. But she felt empty inside. She took out the white blouse embroidered with purple hibiscus flowers, put it on, and froze for a long time. She felt like a dancer who performed with all her passion and danced herself into old age, and in the end, all that was left was an old pair of dancing shoes, how cold. And so, a lifetime is over?

　　She did not want to go back to her parent's home. She had gambled her youth here, and now that she had lost the bet, how could she turn back? Love closed the door, but the window of life was still open. She regrouped and started to fight her way through life. In the small town, there are her students, friends, and colleagues, she is not alone, she wants to stay.

　　Ten years later, she was a well-known figure in her small town. She relied on her outstanding achievements and became the principal of a key middle school in the small town, and later reached the position of deputy director of the Education Bureau. She has a full and satisfying life. She took root in his small town and won a halo for herself, while he grew dimmer and dimmer. The white blouse that she occasionally turns up at the bottom of the box, the cuffs of the hibiscus flowers, have been washed away by the years of color. The fact is that you can find a lot of people who are not able to get a good deal on a lot of things. She does not know if there is still hate in her heart.

　　The first thing you need to do is to get on the train of her life and drive her to a place where she will arrive. She got off and he went on his way. She arrived at her destination and was no longer associated with him. That stop is what she has to go through.