This year's chrysanthemums are in bloom, more beautiful than last year's. Chrysanthemums are crowded together, white as snow, pink as chardonnay and yellow as gold, just like a girl's evening dress. You said you like chrysanthemum best, because it will make you relaxed and happy. I don't know if I was influenced by you, but I gradually fell in love with chrysanthemums. In the blooming season of chrysanthemums, I ushered in my birthday. You disappeared all day and didn't appear in front of me until the evening, holding a handful of our favorite chrysanthemums in your hand. You said,' Sorry, that's all I have. I hope you like it. "Happy birthday!" I reached out and took the flowers in your hand without saying anything, but I was already smiling in my heart, because your hair was still mixed with weeds and your face was stained with dirt, which made you look particularly embarrassed. Until now, in retrospect, my mouth will still rise slightly. Later, I learned that you went back to your hometown early that day, where there were flowers, and picked your favorite flowers for my birthday. You are so stupid! But my heart is full, warm and moving.
I still remember that time, when I went to physical education class, I lost the key to my classroom and cried, because it was to be returned to the teacher! I didn't expect you to give me the key the next day. Seeing your tired appearance, I want to know how hard it took you to find it. I hugged you excitedly and couldn't help crying, because I have friends like you and such friendship. Friendship is like a lamp. When you are in darkness, it will give you a bright road. Friendship is like a song, which takes you into a sweet dream when you can't sleep. Friendship is like a glass of water, which is not sweet, but can moisten your dry heart.
This year's chrysanthemums are in bloom, more beautiful than last year's, but you are not here. If you are in another city, can you still remember that flower forest? You once said that when chrysanthemums are in full bloom, you miss me most. You also said that our friendship is like that sea of flowers, always brilliant.
When the autumn wind blows higher, when a strange child looks at the last southern swallow, when the green leaves on the branches are orange, the flower forest has already opened. Still dazzling, still dazzling, emitting the look of the past. Chrysanthemum fragrance season, the flower of our friendship, has been in full bloom.