Jacaranda, a blue-purple flower, is beautiful and unique. A boy as warm as the sun sat in a jacaranda tree. The wind blew through his soft hair and blew down a few jacaranda flowers, which happened to fall on him. He smiled and called my name "Ying'er", bringing me the only ray of sunshine in my life.
"Ah..." I woke up from the nightmare again, sweat soaked all over my body, my chapped lips were still trembling unconsciously, my eyes were closed tightly, and I had an abnormal headache. I grabbed my arms tightly with both hands, leaving traces of blood. The pain in my heart and head was slightly relieved.
I don't want to recall the scene when my mother died tragically; I don't want to recall his smiling but extremely pale face; I don't want to recall the only row of footprints on the snow that winter; I don't want to recall myself in ragged clothes looking at the dim lights in the distance...
The jacaranda that once brought the only warmth is now a cold blood red all over the ground. Half of him and half of me are finally reunited forever under this jacaranda tree.