Inscription: Just as I was going to sleep, the telephone rang. This is a friend's voice. He used to smell like cloves. She told me about her happy life, which suddenly reminded me of five lilacs. ...

The city where I live is May every year, when lilacs are in full bloom. I don't know if you have noticed that each lilac has only four petals, and I don't know if you have heard of it. It is said that whoever can find five lilacs can be with him and be lucky.

I have never been a girl who likes flowers and plants. When I was in high school, I didn't know whether it was because I was admitted to a famous key point in the province or because I met a girl who was as interested as lilac. In short, I began to like lilacs-to be exact, I noticed lilacs-and then I noticed that I found five lilacs. I hope it can bring me good luck, or at least bring me a good mood-believe me to be lucky. At that time, I was not a diligent and good student. I was busy with my extracurricular hobbies every day: writing small poems, running tabloids and reading magazines. I am a little bourgeois in the eyes of teachers who are extremely pursuing the rate of enrollment. He taught me more than once: I can get the first place if I spend half the time studying at the top of my class. The teacher didn't expect his own educational methods to enhance his confidence in "I am smart". I have forgotten whether the girl who likes lilacs found five lilacs at that time, and our poem "countless flowers fell before picking up the steps" remained in my memory. Anyway, neither of us worked so hard to get into college-though not so famous.

In the days after college, I left the girl like lilac and turned a blind eye to the love of flowers. It's just that every year when Lilac is in bloom, I will constantly recall the romance of the past. My college days are very fulfilling. Although love prevailed at that time, I was too simple to understand love, but I was still very happy when I was accompanied by friends. It's ridiculous to think about it now. At that time, a boy asked me, "Do you like watching flowers in full bloom?" I said I liked it, but I often didn't notice it. He smiled helplessly. I asked him what he was laughing at, and he said, "You are still a child." Later I thought his question was probably related to love-but I couldn't explain it clearly. I have no idea when the boys really related to love fell in love with me, even the discerning people around me saw it, and I was unaware of it; As for when he confessed to me, it is already very vague for me not to read the diary; I remember thinking that I couldn't promise him anyway; He kept asking me out, but I refused all the time, so I graduated from college. I explicitly told him not to care about classmates' mutual affection, and then we became strangers. At that time, because of work negotiations, writing graduation thesis and dealing with interpersonal relationships, I was extremely busy and unhappy.

One noon in May, I was on my way back from the library because I was looking for a paper. At this time, I saw the sun shining on me, even a little hot. Just when I looked up at the sky, suddenly the clumps of lilacs blooming by the roadside suddenly caught my eye. I suddenly remembered how long I hadn't stopped to observe and look for five lilacs, so I began to continue my serious dream long ago in that scorching sun. I don't know what magical power made my dream come true many years ago. It was not only a dream, but also gave me infinite surprises, because I not only found countless five lilacs, but also found countless six or even seven lilacs. I have never folded flowers. At that noon, on the road leading to the library, I folded a bunch of lilacs, risking the humiliation that the gardener might come out and teach me a lesson (but I didn't think of it at that time). I put them in my dormitory, and my roommates didn't seem interested in my passionate stories, but it didn't affect my mood at all. I just regret that they can't share my happiness. For the rest of that day, I seemed to be fascinated by the angel of happiness, and the world became very warm and brilliant in my eyes.

That night, the lights-out bell rang, and the door of the girls' dormitory was about to be sealed. At this time, the boy related to love called me downstairs. According to the usual practice, I won't go on a date with him at this time anyway, not to mention that it is already over, but the good mood of that day makes me an exception. How much I need someone to share my happiness! I flew down the stairs like an angel and saw him, but I didn't have time to tell him the story of five petals, six petals and seven petals of lilac, because Lahuai, the gate of the girls' dormitory, had been caught by the caretaker. At this moment, the boy said, "Shall we go to an all-night movie?" From his inquiring eyes, I could see that he was asking me for the only and last souvenir. I dare say that his eyes have never touched me, but I almost promised him without hesitation, just because my heart can't bear my happiness. Of course, this happiness has nothing to do with love, but because of five, six and seven petals of lilacs. I saw a ray of light in his eyes-more surprise than happiness, because he never thought I would be so generous. We just took the first step when the door of the girls' dormitory slammed. The man tactfully apologized to me: he drank too much and lost track of time. He just wanted to take a look at me and say that he would never see you again after applying for aid to Tibet, and then he went to sing loudly to vent his anger. It was when he saw that the stair-door was about to close that he took the liberty to put forward this long-standing wish. I have always hated boys getting drunk, but I forgave him that night, not only because he was sad, but also because I was in a particularly good mood. Even if the devil knew his mistake, I would give him a chance. He walks unsteadily, so I have to hold his arm, or he will fall down at any time; He snored loudly as soon as I sat down in the cinema. This time, I really feel sorry for him. I sat beside him, listening to his breathing, thinking about his loneliness of losing his father in childhood, looking at his messy hair and gaunt face, and remembering his affection for me. I lifted his head gently and changed his posture. Then my confused thoughts gradually became clear and I closed my eyes. My eyes are blooming with five petals, six petals and seven petals.

After the magic of the magical lilac passed, I always felt a little sorry. That boy was never the prince charming in my dream, but later he became my husband. He will never bring me into the romantic realm of my high school lilac girlfriend; He never bought me a piece of jewelry, never bought me a bunch of flowers, and never gave me any unexpected surprises. He never seems to know the legend about lilacs. He will only send me an umbrella in the rain when I am not at home; He will only go out in the middle of the night to buy me a box of ice cream because of one of my tastes; He will only silently cook my favorite fish when I cry because of a certain mood; He will only learn to get up early and cook good food, and then wash his daughter's diapers because he feels sorry for me. He only knows what I say and does what I say ... how tired I was of all this. It was not until my daughter was born that I really realized that plain is true love-this was discovered after I became a mother.

Now my husband and I have been married for six years, plain but quiet, monotonous but pure, frugal but happy. In May this year, the lilacs in the yard bloomed again. One day, my husband and I took our two-year-old daughter for a walk, and her daughter looked at the flowers happily. I taught her to count the petals of lilacs, but they were all four, and I couldn't find many petals; I feel very sorry that the practice has not been successful. I have to tell my daughter that lilacs have five petals, six petals and seven petals. The daughter smiled inexplicably-she didn't really care about the problem; My husband looked at me stupidly. I looked up and found many lilacs with five petals, six petals and seven petals in his happy eyes. ...

Postscript: Memories have to end, and the boy related to love-my husband came to urge me to take a rest, alas-that's all he can do!