When I was in junior high school, there was an acacia tree in the front yard of the school. She blooms beautifully at the end of May, and every late summer is her return date. After a summer vacation, what greets us is piles of fallen powder on the ground. But she is still blooming and beautiful. I still remember the days when I went to pick up albizia flowers in the summer.
I will remember every one of them who walked under the tree with me and praised the acacia tree with me.