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Around the Mid-Autumn Festival, osmanthus in my hometown is in full bloom.
When I was a child, I didn't appreciate any flowers. My father always told me that this is plum blossom and that is Mulan … but I don't like it except remembering some names. What I like is osmanthus. Osmanthus trees look silly, unlike plum trees. When it doesn't bloom, I only see leaves all over the tree; When flowers bloom, look carefully in the bushes and look at those small flowers. But the fragrance of osmanthus is so charming.
"Rain of Osmanthus fragrans" is an article recalling childhood life, describing the scene when my hometown shook osmanthus fragrans, showing the fun of childhood life, and the lines are full of incomparable nostalgia for my hometown and childhood life.