Delicate fragrance of apple

After the Spring Festival, the first day of work.
I sat in the desk, do not intend to pull the right side of the drawer. A hint of fragrance blowing, "incense and ah!" I Shijin sniffed. Is an issue of the sweet apple.
Before the Spring Festival, co-workers gave me the apple of static, then I have not eaten, handy drawer. Not wanted, it lay in my drawer, lying there for more than half. No attention, no one cares, it put a touch of sweet, claustrophobic in the small space.
I carefully looked at only Apple, saw yellow skin on, there are faint trace strands of light red lines, one side has water wrinkle, a scar down with depression, but that does not hamper its aroma released into the atmosphere.
The vast red son of my colleagues on my side, lying on the table. I picked up Apple asked: "The vast, you eat apples?" He blink with clever eyes, shook his head. I stretched out before him the apple: "You smell good, Hong Oh!" The vast took the apple, close to the nose, said: "I really fragrant!"
Apple is the only common, lit the spark of inspiration to me, I think of the past in the people and things.
In the journey of life, some people and things, as only the Apple store in a drawer, even if separated by time, dust, lack of water, become kanbar has left a mark, but still in our hearts, delicate fragrance dispersion.
This person must accompany us through the Zither for Love, has deeply touched our hearts. For example, first love, or help us through difficult confidant.
Such a thing, certainly, and that truth about. For example, cells that will smile at the screen, that design together with Sanin trail the shadow, that walk in the rain, embracing under the month.
Many people think: after today, there tomorrow; tomorrow off, and also the future. However, the erosion of wind and rain Who Di Deguo time. Twinkling of an eye on the eight or ten years later, the number of days, silently ablation in Yao's journey in the without trace. Road, in where? Who, where? Looking back, inexplicably melancholy and sad, not help my heart.
At the moment pass, missed a number of people and things. Expectations have been too many times, from the winter and heading for spring, from the night heading for the dawn, eager to encounter that person again, again staged a wonderful story. However, when one day meet, no longer old man, never going past.
When disappointment and frustration, when the soul until it has calluses, the most powerful person will also be delayed years, deeply sad.
Cloud old thing, Huan-ai gentle, all were gone.
But those such as Apple-like fragrance of the past, as the years drift away, still locked in my heart, subtle fragrance distant.
Alone in the morning, no one in the dark, we quietly sucking a share of sweet, dull day to a warm and touching, to the emotional one can escape exports.
The kind of throbbing hearts, sad but sweet.
Hearts of many people probably have only faint fragrance exudes the "apple" as well.