Osmanthus

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　The fragrance of osmanthus has filled the entire courtyard these past few days; from a distance, the shades of green are interspersed with lovely yellow hues, resembling strings of stars – a truly delightful sight. It’s almost possible to hear everyone who comes out of the building praising this sweet fragrance; their words of praise are truly wonderful. As I listen to, watch, and smell these delightful osmanthus flowers, it feels as though the whole sky has cleared up, filled with sweetness. 　　When I was young, there was a osmanthus tree in front of the building where we lived, and I often saw an old woman holding a small bag in one hand while picking osmanthus flowers from it with the other. The old lady picked them very carefully, plucking them off one by one in small clusters. But to me, who was young and mischievous at the time, such a method seemed extremely troublesome; if it were up to me, I would have simply broken off a branch to get them. Every time I passed by her with my heavy backpack, she would smile at me, while I would just curiously watch what she was doing before rushing inside the building. As a child, I was shy; when I met adults on the street who tried to tease me, I was so overwhelmed that I would simply lift my mother’s skirt and hide inside it. However, most shy girls like to quietly comfort their dolls and enjoy sweet things, and I am no exception. Osmanthus wine dumplings, as well as various osmanthus cakes, were my favorites back then. 　　Osmanthus has such a magical scent; it’s extremely strong when smelled, but once it’s tasted, much of its aroma seems to be lost. Today, life is like osmanthus flowers; we long for family bonds that never fade, love as sweet as honey, and friendships as deep as a sword plunged into the ribs... Those who understand what happiness is realize that we possess all of these things, yet they seem to fall short of what we once dreamed of. Yet those who are happy feel no disappointment at all, because that’s just how life is – filled with a gentle warmth of happiness. Before it reaches the mouth, its intense aroma is felt; once it’s in the mouth, its mild flavor becomes apparent. Only then does one realize that it’s not as strong as the aroma, yet it lingers between the lips and teeth, lingering deep in the heart. To experience the joys and sorrows of life in a state of enduring calm – such a \"plain\" way of living is one that many people long for. 　　Days like osmanthus, a pulsing top note, an indifferent eternity.