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Memories of the Osmanthus Tree |
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Ten years ago, when I was still a young child, I came to Shanghai. The city was
filled with endless traffic and an ocean of people, and in my deep memories, the
Osmanthus tree by the door was the only thing that lingered.
Back then, Shanghai was not as prosperous as it is now, but it was still
developing. When I arrived in the city with my parents, we stayed in Southern
Bridge, a somewhat desolate city where people rushed through the streets with
only time and determination in their eyes, including my parents. As a result, my
childhood memories were only filled with an empty room. The happiest moments
were when we built a small hut under the tree in front of our house with old
windows and doors. We would secretly take fifty cents from home and buy some
snacks to enjoy quietly. Occasionally, after a few days, when the tree bloomed
with strange flowers, we could smell a faint fragrance, and this light scent
accompanied us through our time in Shanghai. However, we still did not know the
name of this tree. From then on, it remained a memory of a light scent.
The second time I smelled this fragrance in my life was when I was in high
school. After ten years of yearning, I finally saw and smelled the fragrance
again. It evoked too many memories, and my innocence had long been lost in this
mundane world. Perhaps the Osmanthus tree in my memory no longer exists, and has
turned into dust.
Every time the Osmanthus blooms, I come to sit under the tree and enjoy the
tranquility. Looking up at the flowers blooming under the bright red sun always
brings back too many memories, and it fills me with confidence. Life is just
like this, and I am willing to quietly dedicate myself like the Osmanthus tree
and spread its fragrance to the world. |
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