We always miss the past, maybe because we miss the past, maybe because of the good, or maybe it has become a unique memory of our time, so that when we meet the same thing again, we can always think of the past.
Not far from our house, there are a few locust trees, every April and May, when the locust flowers bloom, you can smell a faint fragrance from afar, at that time, the whole air is sweet, whenever this time, you can see a lot of people with long poles to beat locust flowers, one person holding a long pole, the other person carrying a basket, holding a string of white locust flowers, I have seen, most of them are steamed to eat or fried to eat. When the locust flowering period is approaching, when the breeze blows, there are pieces of locust flower petals falling from the tree, falling into the soil, falling on the road, at that time, whenever school is over, I like to walk the road where the locust flowers fall.
Later, when I went to high school, because of the accommodation, I couldn't wait for the locust flowers on the other side of the house to bloom, only when I came home on Sunday, I could see the locust petals on the road, and the few locust flowers that had withered away hanging on the trees.
Fortunately, after going to high school, I found that I had to pass through several locust trees on the side of the overpass every day, and I had not noticed much before, the locust tree was very thick, long and tall, and the aroma of the flowers I smelled as soon as I came out of the teaching building, and when I went back to the dormitory next night, the air was filled with the sweet fragrance of locust flowers. So that every time at this time, I always think of the locust tree not far from home, and the memory of that time when the locust blossoms bloomed, has also become my homesickness.
I like the locust flower very much, not only its fragrance, its sweetness, but it is mixed with my special memories, mixed with the beauty of watching others play locust flowers, as well as my nostalgia for those days in the past, the ordinary daily liking in life, and a kind of sustenance for me.
Just like we like to eat the meals made by our parents, usually at home, we feel nothing, but later, we are far away from home because of school or work, and we miss the meals made by our parents and miss the taste.
When I was in high school, Sunday was the day to go home, at that time, I always walked out of the school gate after class bells rang, waiting for the bus to go home, I really miss that time, especially in the late spring, looking at the trees that were covered with green leaves in the distance, looking at the clouds in the sky, and the road that the shuttle bus running in the direction of home, although I have now graduated from high school, but whenever I take that bus again, I always think of the time when I went home and left home, and taking the bus throughout my high school has become my special memory.
Most people probably have special memories of home, about the past, because they like it, so they miss it, because they miss it, so they cherish it. Perhaps, over time, many things we will forget, can't remember, can't remember, but we will remember the taste, remember the aroma, remember the things that leave us with special feelings.
If you often miss the past, then cherish the present, cherish the beauty around you, cherish the people around you, do a good job in the present, leave no regrets, and leave a good memory.