Perfume and the strange predestined relationship that love meets unexpectedly
Every person with sweet become attached to, one choose a site for the capital loved to die this kind is fated, beside our, performing countless work look to give birth to sweet legend probably, because our life is balmy blend in and flavor special, our memory more because of confusing drunk breath experience is long cover is new. This period “ perfume strange predestined relationship “ the story that relates perfume and love, there perhaps is the story of a joys and sorrows at the back of different perfume actually.
Forever scallion tender feelings
Old later, I received the first bottle of perfume in life, there is a bundle of fiery opium poppy in bottle, he tells me it has an enchanting to come however pure name — “ pattern time “ , with respect to the love that resembles us 18 years old, permeate our scallion years, obtrusive, crazy, muddled but however honor permits no turning back. At the moment, I want to be like “ flower “ euqally gorgeous, be unable to bear or endure however burst into tears.
The first my perfume cries “ pattern time “ . My story and it is concerned.
The flower in those days blossoms falling is the view that in growing, is ignored it seems that, the day is parting in the time of wind Qing Yundan. Career of 4 years of universities, I most the corner that rejoices to oneself be in a garden bumped into him. After this countless, we are coming loose there is a hand in weak setting sun, silent the cobble route that full mottled sunshine sheds in visitting campus. But the good time that I do not pay that to die easily however, the drawing near of graduation, my heart also is in tighten up every day, real pressure eventually crushing our self-respect and brittle amour, he went a distant country, and I begin not to sleep lie-in, begin to push fair car, begin to get used to the day that does not have him, begin to learn adamancy… no matter,can be how hard, I also cannot leave this to including again however we are all the city of memory…
Up-to-date, we still have the habit that chats in the video on the net, after although this is in,we had new feeling respectively drop off. That is a night that playing snow, he says to me in a that of computer: “I yearn for that city, I miss you, I hope the length that feels you again is sent more, pull the hand that pulls you… the pattern time that is us then ah… “ that one night, lachrymal bright became painful my double eye. After 10 days, I received the first bottle of perfume in life, there is a fiery papaverous flower in cap, he tells me, it cries “ pattern time “ …
More than, I am imagining the case that sees him again, I think I am met cry greatly in his bosom one, or is in tear revolve the heart is pointed. More than also, I pray days can flow backwards, in those days, I also won‘t let him leave again. However, the time that miss always is thinking with do not think between moment stays, in Hua Xiangzhong, we had walked along one Cheng, one Cheng… the journey of life is such business, current season, will become the past tomorrow, my heart however more and more in resembling week of Mu Yunshu that “ tree hole “ , at one‘s convenience my general each parting segment cram, seal up for keeping and bury. I look at it silently beyond, caress it carefully, until one day it changes a kind of warmth, wrap up is worn we this flimsy heart, trend comparing is distant more distant place…
“Pattern time “ up to now I still in store, resemble the love that is us, it is our scallion years more. At the moment, I want to be like “ flower “ euqally gorgeous, be unable to bear or endure however or burst into tears.
Love character of sweet person sense: First love lover unforgettable, because he and our green years are jumbly,be, the memory that those growing hides in 18 years old, it is a bottom of the heart a forever tender feelings.