Rose Memory

I am really loyal to the roses on that wall Flowers and leaves overlap, light and shadow float One blooms in memory, one is in bud now When the flowers bloom, I seem to see that boy again... In the school surrounded by square fences, I would often open the window and watch the sun spread out of the sky little by little on winter mornings, and watch the dim street lights stretching for miles in the quiet and desolate small town on summer nights. Behind him was the sultry noise in the classroom. Tashan was right there where the setting sun melted gold. How many years had he stood there? Outside the window, the wind swept in from high places, camphor trees, wilderness, and highways, messing up my hair. I closed my eyes and felt the wanton wind passing through my fingers. "You know there is, look quickly" I looked down the window. The boy stood up and jumped, and the basketball was thrown in along a perfect arc. After a few swings, I heard a bang, accompanied by rose petals, flying in the golden setting sun. In the colorful fallen leaves, the young man wiped his sweat casually and smiled at me, as bright as the sunset at this time. In a daze, it was as if the breeze was blowing into the pine trees, and they overlapped with the young man in the white shirt...