Lingering color of flying flowers

Walk under the hot summer sun, through the sparkling streets
The color of the royal poinciana flower is as beautiful as a vivid painting that captivates many souls.

Not only the students with white shirts, full of dreams and ambitions, but also those who have left the stone bench and school also cherish the color of the flowers in their hearts. When seeing the color of the royal poinciana flowers again, their hearts are filled with immense nostalgia...

It has been a long time since I crossed the river on a small ferry in the innocent mornings and evenings in a fluttering white dress. It has been a long time since I looked at the royal poinciana tree at the school gate, the seasons of changing leaves, blooming flowers, the thin petals fluttering in the sunlight... Even though deep in my heart, there are still intact those familiar images of the days when I was with so many friends, sending my dreams into the fragrant white pages of my notebook.

I can’t remember how many times summer has come and gone. The old royal poinciana tree at the old school gate has probably withered over time due to the rain and sun. The sap in the tree has gradually dried up, so each branch has dried up and died. Someone among the many former students wanted to keep the familiar image of their school days. They also suddenly felt nostalgic when the royal poinciana flowers were in full bloom. So they planted other royal poinciana trees. And those royal poinciana trees grew up again at the school gate.

Every summer, the royal poinciana tree blooms. So in the yearbook, we quickly write down our feelings full of nostalgia and longing. We promise to meet again after three months of summer at the school full of warmth and love.

But time keeps passing. Is there any moment more poignant than the summer of the senior year? The diary entries are filled with so many emotions. When we say goodbye, we don’t know when we will see each other again. After we say goodbye, each of us goes our separate ways, like birds flying in all directions. The tight handshakes, the tearful gazes, the warm hugs. Outside, the sun in the schoolyard is still shining brightly. Each wind whispers like a farewell song. The royal poinciana tree outside the gate is still blooming with flowers. The royal poinciana is burning itself out with the summer as if wanting to show off every beautiful, graceful line of lips trembling in the warm sunlight. The royal poinciana doesn’t know who it has unintentionally confused.

I walked through the summer streets, the royal poinciana trees along the road were in full bloom. My heart was filled with nostalgia for the old days. Perhaps when life is full of hardships and worries, we yearn to return to our innocent age. That place is a peaceful sky with many sweet memories still lingering in our hearts. That place has no worries or temptations. There are friendly and gentle faces together morning and evening, nurturing dreams to take flight.

One summer day, passing by my old school. The wind blew, causing the royal poinciana petals to fall gently on my shoulders. The memories of that day still seem to be intact here. Perhaps at this time, on the path of my old friends, the royal poinciana flowers are in full bloom. And in every corner of my memory, I am also reminiscing about each other. No matter where I am or what I am doing, every season of the royal poinciana blooming will make me feel sad and nostalgic about the old days.

The roads in summer, the phoenix flowers keep flying...