This article participated in the monthly exam of the crazy team chasing the wind
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My memory stays in the lavender summer
Exams symbolize vacation and separation
Reluctance and soft sobs
As if all this is just an unsolvable mystery
The dead tree grows new branches< /p>
The green grass will still be green when spring comes
Time will not go back
There will be no more gentle lecture voice
There is the playfulness of chasing each other
Maybe
We are just in a lavender dreamland
as unique as a four-leaf clover
Every day Every horse must be guided with knowledge
and then scatter, heading for the distance
Just like the jacaranda I am twisting in my hand
swimming in the wind, Floating into the sky
The flower language of lilac is a secret known to everyone
The body of the iris lay on the stone road
but no one picked it up again
We will all grow up
No longer so confused
Run towards our own world
I know
The wind will bring With the faint fragrance of wisteria
Returning to that classroom again
A childish figure sat in the classroom
A whisper that sounded once upon a time
It’s the proof that I stayed in that summer