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清晨六点，桂花的香气还未散去。但我的心却始终无法平静，仿佛有一股无形的力量在吞噬着这份喜悦。

记得去年冬天，我们班依然欢声笑语，桂花的香气更是浓郁到让我难以拒绝。可如今，又是一缕浓香在耳边回荡。或许，时光已经帮我们分离了情感与记忆。

现在是秋雨后的第一缕阳光，而我却 already lost some seconds in the air. 小区里的桂花树早已褪色，只留下几根枯枝，在微风中摇曳。

我撑着伞，将飘落的花瓣捡起拾起。它们已经不似从前那么浓郁，甚至带着一丝干燥的味道，却依然让人感到无比清新。

秋雨绵绵，空气中弥漫着泥土的气息。树叶在雨水的滋润下泛黄，花香也渐渐淡去。我仿佛听见了风声，不知是从谁那里传来。

一天一夜的落叶，连根带叶地落了下来。这让我感到一阵心悸——曾经的桂花香，在这样的天气里似乎也走不去了。

教室里只剩下最后一抹橘色的桂，像是被风吹散了一样。我站在窗前，望着那朵花，又想起自己曾摘下的那些桂花。它们不是一种武器，而是我们共同的记忆。

有人会说，这或许是一种勇气吗？还是更像是一种遗憾呢？这些香气，在这样的季节里显得格外重要。可当我转身看向天空，看见那缕秋风轻轻吹过时，我才真正明白了它的珍贵。

班里的男生们总是这样喜欢摘花，可惜这么做已经失去了他们脆弱的存在。他们学着隐藏自己的快乐，像是一块难以抹去的黑斑。

school's spirit, though its once vibrant, is now fading. 同时，我也意识到，那些美好的香气在这样的时节里，反而会让人感到孤独。

黄昏时分，我们依偎在一起，看着彼此的离开。这一刻，我感觉自己就像一只自由在风中飞翔的小鸟。可当春天来临时，一切都又变得陌生起来。

midnight, I finally fell asleep. But despite that, I still woken up to the faint smell of an orange flower. It was the first time in hours that I felt... at rest.

for the next several hours, I lay in a deep sleep, until suddenly, I could feel something stirring inside me. It wasn't the familiar warmth of a morning or the comforting scent of sleep. It was the faintness of an unknown flower, a reminder of what has passed and what remains.

as the sun began to rise again, I couldn't help but gazed at the forest outside. The trees seemed both old and young, their tall stems stretching out like a tapestry that hadn't been sewn up yet. Their leaves were golden, their bark was smooth, their roots deep and strong. But inside me, it wasn't just a picture of the world around me—it was a picture of something much deeper and more profound.