Not everyone has an acacia tree in their memory! Green leaves, pink flowers, half tree, half ground, there is indeed an acacia tree on the way to the cafeteria in the third grade.
In the life of the book mountain inscription sea in the third year of high school, the beauty of the acacia tree is always overlooked, and I only found out that it was the acacia tree more than ten years later.
Unlike the first grade, Xiao Xian was lying on the playground and still saying whether he needed to fall in love early, and if he didn't act, he would have no chance. It's not like the second grade who still has the leisure to climb the railroad tracks over the wall, eat a bowl of fried sauce noodles and return to school and be punished. In short, whether it is going with the flow or the happiness of being able to rub a little self-confidence, there is more gray and degraded hair, Mu Ne is in a daze and stagnant thinking and looking at the test paper, hurriedly shuttling through the stone road of the dormitory and classroom.
Perhaps for a moment, my eyes stayed on the acacia tree, thinking about how the mimosa grew into a tree. What happened last night, half of the flowers on the trees, half of the flowers on the ground, imagined the colorful fall. In the third grade, the acacia tree during the day, the tower pine broken by the wind at night, and the two trees that cannot be forgotten for decades.
To get to the cafeteria, you have to pass by this acacia tree, and the laughter of the copper bells that flock to eat in groups stops among the dense leaves, swaying among the stamens of the flowers.
