Who says that everyone in heaven is a good person and everyone in hell is a demon? This is not fair! Stupid human beings, corrupt minds, blind ignorance. But why is human living environment so beautiful? The patches of lavender do not have the strong emotions of roses, nor are they as indifferent as lilies, but they cannot be erased by anything - they are the fragrance that remains in the heart after the wind has passed, the faint moonlight in the clear night, the music flowing from the violin, the old clothes unearthed from the bottom of the cabinet; they are the March days when I was young. The peach blossoms, even the color of the sun began to peel off, but the smile of the boy outside the lover was still bright; it was an unfinished dream, and when I woke up, I could only feel the melancholy that could not be transformed... Or, rather than saying that lavender is a large field of purple blooming in the field, and the fragrance floating in the air, it is better to say it is something in memory.