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Crape myrtle trees are planted on streets primarily for shade. Their trunks are slender, and their foliage is very dense and wide. Crape myrtle flowers grow in clusters, in many different colors, but people only remember the crape myrtle for its elegant, dreamy, and pure purple hue. The lifespan of the crape myrtle flower is short, but it silently burns itself out, giving its all. Its delicate petals, like firecracker remnants, remain purple until they are completely gone, then fade and wither after just a few summer rains. Gazing at the withered crape myrtle clusters amidst the countless passionate, fiery red blossoms of the flamboyant tree, I suddenly remembered four lines of poetry:
I know the flame tree.
Blooming alongside the crape myrtle
But the crape myrtle fell first.
Purple is often a difficult color to work with.
The crape myrtle isn't as flamboyant as the rose, nor as fiery as the flamboyant tree. It possesses a pure purple hue, a gentle and quiet beauty, much like the people who have lived through their youth. Some say the crape myrtle is the flower of nostalgia, of things past that remain etched in the heart. I believe so too. Because every time the crape myrtle season arrives, I remember my school days, the afternoons after school under the shady trees, and the innocent first stirrings of love, like someone's eyes sparkling amidst the deep purple.
When I was little, I often stood under the crape myrtle tree, gazing up at the clusters of fragrant purple flowers falling gently with each breeze. Each falling petal was like a delicate brushstroke on the canvas of my memories. On summer afternoons, my friends and I would listen to the buzzing of cicadas, picking up the fallen crape myrtle petals on the sidewalk, pressing them into our notebooks as if trying to hold onto a little bit of the flowering season.
As I grew older, I understood that purple wasn't just the color of a flower, but also the color of unforgettable memories. The purple of the crape myrtle is like a message from the past, from those who have passed through our lives, leaving a gentle but indelible mark. It's the color of farewells when exam season arrives, when pages of autograph books are passed around with a mix of sadness and longing. When the last clusters of crape myrtle blossoms of summer fade, it's also the time when the children of yesteryear grow up and embark on a new journey.
The crape myrtle is associated with innocent memories, but it also evokes a sense of melancholy. Someone once said, "The purple of the crape myrtle is the color of waiting." I still remember those afternoons sitting by the window, looking out at the small road shaded by the crape myrtle trees, wondering where the people who have passed through my life are now? Do they still remember the season of purple blossoms, do they still cherish the beautiful memories we shared? Or has everything gradually faded into the distant reaches of time?
The sudden early summer rains washed away the dust from the road, leaving behind fallen crape myrtle petals, a vibrant purple against the red brick pavement. I suddenly realized that nothing lasts forever, not even the most beautiful things. The flowering season comes and goes, like the people who have passed through our lives, leaving behind sweet memories mixed with a touch of regret. But perhaps it is precisely this fragility that makes crape myrtle so special, making people want to cherish and treasure every moment while the flowers are in full bloom.
On some early mornings, I stroll slowly beneath the crape myrtle trees, listening to the wind rustling through the leaves, and gazing at the clusters of flowers swaying in the sunlight. A sense of peace permeates my soul, as if all the hustle and bustle of life outside is left behind. Amidst the demands of work and the worries of life, I suddenly understand that sometimes happiness comes from truly simple things – a familiar path, an old row of trees, a season of flowers that returns according to the law of time.
The crape myrtle season will come every year, but each time I see the flowers bloom, different emotions stir within me. Perhaps it's the joy of encountering a beautiful moment, perhaps the sadness of remembering the past, or simply a wistful feeling difficult to name. But whatever it may be, the purple hue of the crape myrtle will always evoke the gentlest and most beautiful things in everyone's soul. Drifting through the stream of memories, yet embracing the simplicity of the present, the crape myrtle is a flower with such a strange mission. Blooming so gently, yet carrying a color of longing, it awakens the heart with the changing season and the notion of time that has faded into oblivion.
If the flamboyant tree symbolizes burning aspirations, then the crape myrtle represents gentle nostalgia, a sense of tranquility in the heart. Perhaps everyone has their own crape myrtle season—a season of flowers associated with unforgettable memories. And when the crape myrtle blooms purple along the roads, I remind myself to slow down, to appreciate the fragile yet meaningful beauty of life, so as not to miss the beautiful things that quietly exist around us.
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