When I pushed open the creaking wooden door of my hometown, I originally wanted to get the old wooden box my mother had left here, but I never thought that when I raised my eyes, I bumped into the pink of the courtyard. The peach tree in the corner of the courtyard was originally very inconspicuous. For as long as I can remember, it has stood there, sprouting buds in spring and falling leaves in autumn, like this year after year, like a silent old man, never wanting to compete for the limelight. But this day, it didn't. The branches were covered with peach blossoms, one by one, the pink color was translucent, like the crushed spring morning light, and like the pink silk ribbon that my grandmother had tied for me. When the wind blew, the petals fell down, fell on the stone steps, and fell on my shoulders. Even the air was filled with a faint sweet fragrance. I froze on the spot, suddenly feeling a little ashamed...
Purpose: Cherish time and love life