Huai hua, it is a beautiful flower in my memory. I don’t know its English name. it is spring now, the time while all kinds of flowers are blossoming, one of the most beautiful flowers is the Huai hua in my opinion.

It is hard to see the Huai hua in the street of Tianjin. But every time I find the flowers, I will always stop my feet and stare the lovely flower for a while.  A lot of tiny straw yellow flowers arrange as a cluster, it is looks like a bigger flower which swing in the wind, and give out light fragrance.

When I saw these flowers, I often remembered some stories about the Huai hua in my childhood. When I was a little boy, my father served in the troop leaving his wife and little son at the hometown. There was a small hill behind our house which has a lot of trees and grasses including the tree of Huai hua. I am a lonely boy, every time I was alone, I always climbed my small hill, and played with my friends-all the trees there. The tree of Huaihua is one of my friends. Some times, I talked to him ( I suppose the tree is boy ), some times I whistle a simple melody using his leaf, and he always listened to me quietly.

Year after year, the lovely flowers blow and got to seed, and faithfully accompanied me got through the lonely childhood making me fell not lonely.