Listening to my favorite song “where have all the flowers gone”, touched by the sentimental and reminiscent tone, I am reminded all things which I have experienced with all my girls, current and previous. Maybe enjoying the wonderful time with lover and appreciating the beautiful roses are the most reasonable things in the valentine’s day, but I’ve never had such a meaning experience in the past valentine’s days. Listen to those sentimental songs, recollect those beautiful memories, read those essays written during those old days, write some new to record my mood at that very moment. My valentine’ day slips away from morning to the late night, like the notes of songs dancing from the beginning to the end. Always have, always will.
Where have all the flowers gone?
Where the flowers gone?
Where have all the young girls gone?
Where they all gone?
I am enamored of the sound, rhythm and lyrics of this song, as what heroin and dancing outreach do to those potheads. I was dragged far away from the realistic life back to the remote young and naïve days.
Listening to the song, I remember that girl, the girl sitting behind the same desk with me. I was always dizzy in afternoons of summer days. It was her who pinched me again and again to call me back from my beautiful dreams and require me to listen to classes carefully. I was plain and short in those days, but there was a butterfly in my heart. My heart seemed not to be living in the dark and wet chest but jumping in the shining and exciting days. I was looking forward to the moments of meeting her. It was unnecessary to tell her my feelings, because the feeling was so vague and fuzzy that I didn’t understand what the hell it was. How fast time flied! We graduated from that school and switched to another. I looked for her everywhere on the first day when we went to report. It was sunny, the sunshine beat down on the windows through those high trees. Everyone else looked so excited and happy, but for me the excitement and happiness were gradually elapsed. In the crowd seeking her a thousand. hundred times……I have never seen her from that day.
Two years later I was admitted into the NO.1 middle school in the town far from my home. On the first day I met a girl who was tall, slender, naughty and lovely. The following three years were boring and dull, but I was grateful that I kept the pure friendship between us. She was a charming and balmy flower to me, but unfortunately my heart had been fulfilled by the previous girl. We were kind of bosom friends in those days. Later I left for another city near the sea. Over there I kept away from the hustle and bustle of the capital city and away from her familiar and charming face. But when I was blue and sentimental, I would dial her phone and told her that how much I missed her. She was the most loyal audience and the bay where I could pour my feelings.
I always want to find the reasons why there is a valentine’s day in our world, maybe it was designated to memorize a celebrity, maybe it was appointed to celebrate a meaningful event, but I believe that the valentine’s day was designated for all of us to memorize all the beautiful days we’ve experienced.
