The hardest thing is the shadow of the flower.

In the hot summer, I am desperate to radiate light and heat. The wind rolled up the heat wave, roared through the cracks in the cement forest, swept through the bars of the dormitory and made a low roar. The roar of the air conditioner was particularly harsh in the silent room, and I suddenly felt very sleepy. I got up and sat up, felt the strong light and opened my eyes. It was early morning. Staring at the shadow on the windowsill-it's the shape of a flower. "How can there be flowers, such June?"

? "Wei Zi is in full bloom, so students should learn to describe the writing environment with images ..." Also in the composition class, the teacher screamed at the top of his lungs, hoping that the fragile flower of Wei Zi would bloom on the pale composition paper and open in every student's heart. Thinking like this, my thoughts drifted by, and my eyes unconsciously glanced out of the window at the crape myrtle tree. Tall trees, with only a bunch of lavender flowers on the crown, seem a bit funny. The blooming flowers are yellow flowers and broken leaves, which set off the red signboard of the countdown to the senior high school entrance examination and have an almost tragic beauty.

The sunset glow faded the last blush of the setting sun, and the faint glow penetrated the branches and leaves, sprinkled a faint flower shadow on the white floor tile, and blurred and shattered the ground. An aunt, waving a broom-like weapon, declared war on the air. She obstinately sweeps the fallen leaves, the sunlight, and the fleeting summer days that are gone forever like water, but she can't afford to sweep the tiny flower shadows. "Overlapping on the Yao stage, I can't sweep away after a few phone calls." This poem jumped out of my mind, read it and smiled.

It seems that I haven't seen the shadow of such a flower for a long time.

When I first entered the school gate, I was attracted by the kapok at the school gate. Bare branches, a red flower at the top of the tree meets the sunshine scattered in the cracks of the clouds, dragging long shadows on the ground, like arrows and ribbons, stretching into the distance. At that time, the sky was blue-gray, the clouds were impenetrable, and it was not very beautiful. The air was as stuffy and silent as it is today, but the memories of laughter, shade, runway, slogans and even the jingle of silent spoons touching plates in the canteen have been integrated into my body and memory and become a part of me.

In a bookstore in the ancient town of Lijiang, I once saw such a sentence, "You carry a small world, which is made up of all the people and things you have experienced." At that time, I was thinking that if I had a world, I might have test papers and textbooks, formulas and answering skills to memorize, a handful of places I have been to and people I have met. Those young imaginations, nonsense doubts and anxieties exude rainbow-like colors and bring a halo to the world.

What is worthless is the most precious.

The language suddenly became impassable, and too many memories seemed unable to fit into this small piece of paper. Looking at the schoolbag beside the desk repeatedly, it is army green, laughing at its dirty color countless times, but finally finding it is so beautiful. In the last chemistry class before graduation, Xiaoming stood on the platform and solemnly put on a T-shirt. "I have passed the door of respecting morality and wisdom." Tears streamed down her face at that moment! From the first day, I respected my favorite teacher and said goodbye. Although reason is comforting me, not where you will go, I know in my heart that I will not be in such a state of mind when I see you again, so I will still be sad and unable to calm down for a long time. The bright sunshine outside the window, sprinkled with fine flower shadows, staggered with falling petals, can't see clearly, and my heart is covered with a layer of water mist, which is blurred.

Graduated. We graduated.

But crape myrtle still blooms and declines, once a year, and comes and goes with the four seasons. As soon as Lagerstroemia indica blooms, it catches the midsummer light. The warp and weft woven by the flower shadows are meditation and meditation, and they are "If you get their feelings, don't be sad." It seems that the blue sky and gorgeous flowers shaking against the sun can turn into soothing flashes when they leave. We have a magnificent summer ahead of us.

Solid is also the best time.