There are still traces of osmanthus disappearing in the air.
Pink fragments in the dark fragrance
Yesterday seemed to be the smell in the air.
Far away, gone. ...
Memory is like a rose with thorns.
Looking at her is joy.
It hurts to be near her.
Memories that have passed away.
Thoughts are always beautiful and sad. ...
Open the old diary again.
The ink inside, the floating flowers ...
Ah, it's the smell of memory.
Simple, pure, fragrant-
It's a faint pink memory.
Pink nostalgic composition
Sitting in the classroom, the cool spring breeze blows my face. Suddenly a worried face appeared in front of me. Hey! When did you see this anxious face? So, I fell into deep memories.
I remember being naughty when I was a child, always talking back to adults and always clamoring to run away from home. One dark night in a month, all my family were doing things, and only I was idle. I was bored, so I looked around. Hey! There are three layers of bags with wires in them. Great, it's fun! I rushed over and stopped. Looking around, no one noticed. I climbed up. Looking around again, no one noticed. I kicked my foot and jumped. Bang! That's fun! I climb up and down again and again, no matter how dangerous it is, as long as it is fun! Who knows, "the weather is unpredictable." Just when I jumped for the third time, my foot got entangled in the thread. In mid-air, I lost my center of gravity and was helpless. "Bang!" I fell to the ground. It's not uncommon, but it's even rarer-I broke my chin. Bright red blood dripped like my tears. Blood seeped into my clothes, which was cold and uncomfortable. My mother, who was working on the side, heard my crying and ran quickly. Mom's eyes changed when she saw my blood. The tired expression before "made a friend-anxiety." Mom was tired enough, but she decided to take me to the hospital. She picked me up on the ground and trudged towards the door. My mother wiped away my tears as she ran. And comforted me and said, "Don't be afraid, dear son!" " "For a while, my mother got a tricycle. In the car, my mother kept urging the tricycle driver "hurry up, hurry up!" "It is not appropriate to find many small clinics. Mom's eyes are hesitant and anxious! On the tricycle, my mother was afraid that I was in too much pain and comforted me by saying, "Don't be afraid, dear son! Mom is here with you! "After a long time, the hospital finally appeared in front of my mother and me.
There are no birds flying and no white clouds floating in the sky, but mother's love is flying and floating.
From now on, I swear: I will never let my mother worry again.
Pink nostalgic composition
I am a quiet and introverted girl. Maybe because of my personality, I like pink. Pink elegance; Pink beauty; Pink youth fascinates me. Because of my hobby, I have a very deep memory of pink.
When I was very young, I used to live in an old house in Fengjing for a long time. Every time I wear spring clothes, ordinary pink wildflowers will bloom on the grass in the yard. At first, I didn't care about those wild flowers at all. Gradually, I was impressed by the tenacious vitality of those wild flowers. At the sight of pink, my mood suddenly brightened up. Although those wild flowers are small, they are charming and make me feel like I am in a pink world. I often run to the yard, pick pink wildflowers and carefully string them into necklaces and headdresses with needle and thread. At that time, I was full of childishness, so happy, and a bright smile appeared on my mouth from time to time.
Time flies, in the pink atmosphere, I grew up and left the old house that made me want to stay. From then on, the pink atmosphere will only stay in my heart. So, I suddenly began to like pink things. The pink photo frame on the desk, I regard it as "the apple of my eye". Maybe this can make up for my love of pink.
Once, I came to the old house after a long separation, and the pink wildflowers suddenly caught my eye again. It is still so beautiful, and its tenacious vitality is displayed in front of my eyes. At that moment, the pink in my heart and everywhere was generated, and I suddenly understood a lot.
I like pink, and I like the memories it brings me. Pink memories will always be the treasure in my memory.