The Past's Beauty: A Balm for the Imperfections of the Future
I still remember,
There was always an old grandma selling this flower by the roadside,
Fragrant and rich, a captivating aroma,
I always couldn't resist buying two,
It would often get tangled in my clothes,
I felt like I was walking with a breeze,
Fragrant,
It could last for two days,
I couldn't bear to throw it away,
Those were the simple joys of childhood,
Just two flowers could make a whole day happy,
The flower that blooms every year,
Like a fixation etched in my heart,
It had been many years since I'd bought this flower,
Now, when I see it,
I'm instantly transported back to that era,
The beauty of the past,
Is a balm for all the imperfections of the future,
Instantly calming
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