Young cherry blossom

She was the first girl he had ever loved, at the age of 17.

After school across the city, waiting at her school gate to take her home.

On weekends, go to see a movie together, put her soft fingers gently in his palm in the dark. This clear and sweet mood, is the growth of life, the initial experience.

It was a spring night, he remembered.

On the way home, the two of them walked in the pale moonlight and could hear the cherry blossoms falling in the wind all the way. The cherry trees on both sides of the path, out of pink and white dense flowers, clustered together, when the wind blows, like a tree falling rain.

At the bottom of her stairs, she stood in the shadows and smiled at him, her dark eyes too bright for him to look at. Reach out and gently close her eyes, then lean over and kiss her on the lips. Her hair is full of delicate petals, exuded a pungent fragrance.

He suddenly felt warm tears in his eyes.

That moment of happiness.

They were together for a long time. After graduating from high school, he went to the north to study at a university, while she remained in the southern city.

Lots of letters, occasional phone calls, little face-to-face contact. Every time the holiday came, he would hurry to buy a train ticket and go home. Sometimes they can't get a seat, so they have to stand in hot and dirty carriages for more than 20 hours.

Tired sleepy, in the hazy see is the night wind of pink and white cherry blossoms, a piece, silently falling down.

He felt that he loved her so. Maybe a lifetime is not enough.

She had a child near graduation. She had no complaints against him because of the careless negligence of her youth.

In order not to disturb their parents, they traveled to other cities on the pretext of travel. Only on her way to the hospital for surgery, she had an accident and almost died. He stayed by her side all day and all night in the cheap inn.

That summer was hot, but the sweat and tears running down her face were cool. She told him with a forced smile that it would be all right. It would be all right. He just whispered, I'll be good to you.

I will treat you well. This promise he kept in his heart, but the love is misplaced, their road or come to an end.

When breaking up, know each other have a lot of misunderstanding, but he is young and energetic, or stubbornly go will not look back. He left his hometown in the south and went to another sunny city.

He got a job, then a new life, until he met a beautiful girl there, bought a ring and made vows with her.

Life is content and peaceful. Every morning, he drives his children to school, his wife to work, and then drives alone to his company. In spring, there are also lingering cherry trees on both sides of the road. Clusters of pink and white flowers clustered together, and when the wind blew, a million soft, broken petals whirled down and stuck to the glass of his car window.

Like so many broken raindrops.

Suddenly, I remembered a face from more than 10 years ago. Her face. In the damp southern night, in the silent shadows of the stairs. Black eyes, too bright to look at. And her lips in the dark, the pure wound he kissed. So deep, no trace can be touched.

It is not known if she is still in the southern city. There may still be men who say to her, I will be good to you. But her happiness was no longer his concern.

Every man's initial, there will be a cherry blossom like woman, falling in life, doomed to decadence.