Under an old tree and an old sweet-scented osmanthus tree, no matter it is chilly in spring, or hot in summer, whether it is crisp autumn, or the cold wind is biting to the bone, every time you walk through here, you will see your familiar and unfamiliar figure. Your innocent eyes are full of confidence in life, and your sweet voice expresses your thirst for knowledge. You are so persistent, so tireless.
In the early morning, you wake up the dawn with a loud voice; at dusk, you send away the last glow of sunset affectionately; late at night, the earth sleeps peacefully in your soft words. Year after year, your beautiful shadow in my eyes, from strange to familiar, and from familiar to strange. In the hot summer, the familiar you under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree have just left; in the golden autumn, there is another strange you under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. You come full of hope, go through three years, and go with more confidence.
In three years, one thousand and ninety-five days and nights, sweet-scented osmanthus trees quietly listened to your words and watched your soul; the moment the leaves fell, they affectionately watched you embark on a new journey; in the snowy season, quietly waiting for you to return from afar as scheduled. Strange you, perhaps never asked, sweet-scented osmanthus tree experienced how many spring and autumn? In the past years, due to the suffering of wind, frost, rain and snow, have you ever cried hopelessly? Familiar with you, in the years of flow, sweet-scented osmanthus trees are always deeply attached to you, is your shadow still the same? Are you successful, too? After the vicissitudes of life, is there too much sadness for the years now?
Sweet-scented osmanthus tree is still, one after another you are constantly repeating; sweet-scented osmanthus tree remembers you one after another, ah, in your vague memory, is there still an old sweet-scented osmanthus tree by the side of the road? The sweet-scented osmanthus tree opens a huge green umbrella to shade you under the scorching sun; when the wind comes, the sweet-scented osmanthus tree says to the wind, go ahead and don't disturb it; in the rain, the sweet-scented osmanthus tree will never allow the rain to soak your clothes through; do you remember the deep footprints you left on the bluestone under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree? Bluestone has never said a pain, but silently said in my heart, no matter how painful it is to hold up your future dream!
Sweet-scented osmanthus tree is still the same, one after another, do you still remember the big maple trees next to it, when the red maple leaves fall reluctantly with the wind, life has another autumn? You will not realize: autumn is ruthless, rain accompanied by tears of red leaves; where do you go? Wait for the wind to stop. Sigh that spring is too short, summer does not care, autumn to winter, shed silent tears! Do you remember the Mongolian tree next to the sweet-scented osmanthus tree? Entrust the hope to the unearthed bud at the last minute of the fall? Yes, as long as the root is there, life will not stop.
The sweet-scented osmanthus tree is still here yesterday, here today, and will be here tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. You one after another, in the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus at that moment, have you ever thought, like sweet-scented osmanthus, fragrant all over the world?
The author Wujiang boatman
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