Osmanthus long

Close your eyes, in the soothing music, the busy heart for many days suddenly felt much quiet. However, I vaguely felt something was missing. Thinking carefully, it turned out that there was no fragrance of osmanthus in the yard for a long time. At this time, it should be the season of sweet osmanthus fragrance. The eight-month osmanthus fragrance. I remember that at this time in previous years, the osmanthus tree in the old house was already full of flowers, golden, fine flowers, little by little, and the whole yard was immersed in the leisurely fragrance overnight, which made people intoxicated. At this moment, I seemed to hear the sound of the Golden osmanthus blossom again. Although it was so subtle, it was the sound of nature. After an autumn rain, there will be golden flowers falling under the cinnamon tree, which is very poetic. In my impression, I once wrote a little poem, saying: there is Jiamu in the atrium, and I have never known it for years. Last night a open, fragrance time fast enough. After moving here in last March, the osmanthus tree was also transplanted and settled in the small garden of the new yard. Half a year later, perhaps because of the acclimatization, the cassia tree died unexpectedly. It was a pity for everyone to see it. Even so, I couldn’t bear to remove the dead tree, hoping that it could come back to life and grow new branches and leaves again. Now it seems that this is just a beautiful dream. In the past, Liu moved to Hannan; Now I see it shake down, sorrowful Jiangtan. Trees, like this, ren he yi kan. Perhaps, it was transplanted out of kindness and unwillingness to discard it at the beginning. Unexpectedly, things went against their wishes. I think if it is still in the old house, even if there is no one to maintain it, it will still be luxuriant and blooming. Some people say that sometimes love is also a kind of hurt, which makes sense. Nowadays, around the cinnamon trees, the Chinese rose flowers planted are blooming, but unfortunately the fragrance is far away. Under the Moonlight, there was silence, only autumn insects were singing low. The cinnamon tree is still standing in the garden, as if thinking and recalling the prosperity of previous years. The Chinese rose around is guarding it silently, although it has already dried up. In the night breeze and trance, I vaguely smelt the fragrance of osmanthus which I had not seen for a long time. It was really refreshing …… maybe, it was a sweet dream. Oh, I hope this osmanthus will never fade in my dream. —– I can’t stop talking, the other side can reach! 2012.9.23 night

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