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The flowers will bloom again, and the deceased will return as promised

The flowers will bloom again, and the deceased will return as promised

Picking flowers for spring

The beginning of May. It's late spring. Woven into pockets with the wind,

Holding a petal of a scattered flower. Pocket without zipper,

Just use one hundred and eighteen thousand dreams to lock in the fragrance of flowers.

Seal the fallen flowers in a clay pot,

Pour in a stream of spring water,

Add some warm sunshine,

Carefully sealed with Aoba,

Buried in the dirt, waiting for five or six months,

Wait for the wind of late autumn to wither the dead leaves,

Wait for the sound of the twenty-four bridges in the bright moon night,

When the first heavy snow of winter is coming,

Wait for the falling plums to fall like snow and the fallen cherry blossoms,

Wait for the snow to come back to the snow in the night,

Wait for the dark and quiet night when the moon shines on the snow,

Open the sealed jar and inside is a whole spring.

The flowers will bloom again, and the deceased will return as promised

Acquaintance with Junchu

Perhaps, you have long forgotten the scene when we first met,

Summer, white shirts, playgrounds, sunsets.

The first time we meet, I only remember the light in your eyes,

It's as brilliant as the morning glow outside the window of every morning study.

Later, a few test papers pulled the distance between us,

The fate of a person's life is already thin,

Time will tell you how much fate is still shallow,

It's too late to peel off the cocoon,

It will be scattered all over the world.

Fortunately, the flowers will bloom again,

The deceased will also return as promised.

Even if I haven't seen it for a long time, the thoughts in my heart have not diminished by an inch.

I don't know if you feel this way:

Every meeting is like "knowing Junchu";

Every conversation is like "like the return of the deceased".

Time will bring us new experiences,

We've been together for more than years.

The flowers will bloom again, and the deceased will return as promised

About the author

Nanfeng: Born in a small town in Shaanxi, likes to read, likes the poet Shu Ting, index finger. Love all the good in the world.

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