From above, is a few yellow, slightly fragrant has dissolved the laurel of petals.
Count from down to up, or pieces of aromatic cleared, cassia petals slightly yellow.
Awakened by the sound of the rain, the tree in front of the osmanthus flower buds;Moist clump albizia lebbeck put flowers - beautiful accident in this season of vigor in the morning every day, the best color of life.
The breeze slowly, seeps to the sight of aroma, memory of the gear began to turn.Do you still remember that year osmanthus fragrance floating garden, I just when young.You told me allThe fairy taleWith the story, supply all the love of the mother is not in my side.In the figure to me every day with nifty police, and doing all sorts of delicious, wayward bear with me.No matter what's so good not to eat, all leave me.When you are strong, you can run around behind my back.Then think, as long as you are in, I what all not afraid.So I rely on you, the growth of the peace of mind.Since the remember don't have my mom and dad, you transfer me to school everyday at school, regardless of wind and cold, rain again big, always the same.When is my performance, is your encouragement let me renewed self-confidence;When I miss my parents when you cry at night is the story you told me before I fall asleep;When I was ill, is you by my side meticulous care,
Since I can remember, the garden plants with the sweet osmanthus tree, you told me, let me grow up with sweet osmanthus, such as this flower bloom.It don't have my mom and dad, but it is also the strong growth.Although osmanthus petals as the size of a grain of rice, has a great energy.Osmanthus opened, fragrance.Like people, although small ordinary, but can play a great power, not afraid of hardship, will eventually shine, have their own unique beauty.You said hope I grew up, also can open like a sweet osmanthus flower.At that time I also don't understand, just listen to you.
One spring, summer, autumn and winter in the past, the osmanthus flowers grow up bit by bit.Finally this year, it developed the first bud, I have a kind of tears of feeling at that time, I can only so.I ran to tell you, XiaoGuiHua long buds, you send me the XiaoGuiHua to bloom, I also grew up.I think you have a look at, but why don't you speak lie on the bed.Not is say good?Accompany I grow up, it blossom with waiting for it.Why don't you talk, I think you must be very tired for so many years, will give you sleep for a while, but mother crying, my father crying, they are crying.I don't know.I was in bed waiting, waiting for you to wake up the first time to tell you this good news.But you don't, not wake up.They send you away, I cry to make and looking for you, let them give you back to me.They said you went to a comfortable place, later won't toil, let me understand, stop that now.At that time I knew you won't come back, you leave me, later won't accompany me to grow flowers, don't give me a story, don't give me braid, not,,,,,, what I do, you accompany me for so long, you are all of my childhood.Let me how to habit.
Then I started to blame you hate you, I for a long time do not want to speak.Just sat beside the sweet osmanthus, sometimes inadvertently tears, the wind gently touched off again.I blame you don't talk calculate words, say by my side to accompany me always grow up.I hate you leave so quiet, even the words don't leave me.At the same time I also miss you crazy, I remember fondly hidden in the deep, just to tell my sweet osmanthus, it is the only mind you leave me.
I really grew up in a twinkling of an eye, and mature, all those years of complaints into a deeply thinking.Always appear in my dream you warm, let I miss those years I rely on in the days of walking under your arms.Every time the rain, when the sunset dusk, when the thunder and lightning, flash, when stars this thought always lingering in my mind.The Times away form my home, can be but only growing missing for you.Every time they go home to greening sit down for a while, though it is early, branches and leaves bushiness and I am already grown up.I am glad god let you with my most beautiful years, you are a ray of sunshine in my life, give me the light.As long as a hand can touch of warmth.Make my life brilliant again, stranger smile in the face.Your gentle eyes, always so warm, you gave me the infinite love, and tolerance and understanding, tender caresses you stand by me through so many spring, summer, autumn and winter.
You see, my dear grandpa.
I know, maybe you have been in my side, with a pair of invisible hand holding me, give me confidence and courage of the forward.No matter the ends of the earth or in my endless wilderness, can't get the feelings.I like the fragrance of osmanthus, let me make my life more beautiful because of you.
The number from the front to rear, is twenty spring and autumn period.
Number from the back forward, or twenty spring and autumn period.