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Magnolia tree

That day, I went to Lu Xun Academy of Literature, and before I entered the courtyard, I saw Magnolia.

A row of white flowers, looking at the past from a distance, the body is next to the body, and it hugs into one, a fat magnolia.

The magnolia is tender, moist and moist, fragrant. The spring breeze blew, so that the whole yard has a flower language.

Coming back to my senses, I hurried upstairs to see the dean. In the vast world of literary students, I think how good it would be for people to think of each other like magnolia.

"Dean, the guest is in the conference room, already seated." The staff reminded him.

I sat across from him, next to the spring tea, in the season of flowers, and we chatted about literature.

After talking, I said goodbye and went downstairs. Looking east is Yuhui South Road, where there is a constant flow of vehicles and people walking briskly, but I stopped because of the blooming magnolias.

I took pictures, but there was no one on the road, so I was left to take pictures at will. I hope that if someone appears, there will be a flash of inspiration. Just thinking about it, a woman entered the door, dressed in white, I didn't expect that she also shot from a distance.

I thought she would pass by, but she smiled and greeted me.

"Hello classmates!"

Lu Yuan has just started school for two or three days, and the teachers and students are still relatively unfamiliar, so it is natural for her to ask like this, and there is also a sense of intimacy.

"Hello, I can't be your classmate anymore."

"Then you're a teacher?"

"No, I'm your senior brother, and I studied in Lao Lu Academy."

"Where's Lao Luyuan?"

“朝陽北路那塊，十里鋪。 ”

"How much?"

“魯十一。 ”

"What year was that?"

"Year 2009, it was the spring that entered the school."

"2009 years, I just entered junior high school, and I haven't started writing yet!"

"Then come to Luyuan and write well."

"Yes, thank you, thank you, brother!"

She walked farther and farther away in my sight, and her youth was full of figure, as if there were flowers in the cluster. The back, naturally, is light, getting lighter and lighter, until it is so light that it is gone. On the coffee-colored steps, there was only a glimmer of morning light.

I don't take pictures anymore, and I think of a person who often reads my manuscripts, and that is also a fairy-like woman, who often uses literature to ward off the cold and fill herself with reading.

I watched under the tree for a long time, the degree of blooming of the flowers, is different, some are open-minded, some are still wrapped in their bodies, some have fallen, in the change of prosperity and decline, and living people, how similar.

Standing under the easternmost tree, looking up is the literature museum with Ba Jin's inscription, thinking that not far away, is the name of the school that collects Lu Xun's characters, I am ready to jump, I want to pick a magnolia flower, and put it in the envelope at hand. On the envelope, there was a flying phoenix, also elf-like. I jumped five or six times at a high place, but I didn't reach it. After thinking about it, what was put in the envelope was not necessarily the flower, and the deep, sweet, and elegant fragrance had already entered my heart.

When I came back to my senses again, I had to hurry up and go to the Shaoyaoju subway entrance, and then to Sanyuanqiao to transfer to the Capital Airport Line.

On the fast track, I was a little tired and fell asleep. In the carriage, there was a crowd of people, for fear of leaving things behind. I traveled lightly, I couldn't leave anything behind, but I had a dream that people would miss. The woman who loves magnolia has just come to my dream.

"Long time no see." I said, looking at her lighter.

"No, we just met, under the magnolia tree."

"Ahh

"Didn't you say, come to Luyuan and write well."

"Yes, I said, bless you."

On the way to pursue dreams, there are often dreams. In the hearts of the creators, Lu Yuan is a kind of magical existence, igniting the fire of our life. I put the envelope containing the fragrance of magnolia flowers on my desk and let it whisper the language of flowers.