重返我们美丽的花园（Once More to Our Pretty Garden）
It is raining outside. Such kind of weather always makes me think about you, my dear friend. Are you now watching the rain through one of the windows in this big city? I decide to take a walk in our pretty garden and let those beautiful moments come back to my mind.

Now I am walking in the path of our pretty garden in which we used to spend our time together. It was an old garden which had been neglected, and we found it together and you named it. I am happy to find that it looks the same as before, and trees and flowers are growing freely. Years ago, when it drizzled, you always took me here without umbrellas. We would run and laugh, enjoying ourselves a lot. The rain in autumn had once seemed to me cold and vexing, but you were such a pure and romantic girl that you changed my mind. Because of you, the rain in that autumn became poetic and the rainy season we spent together turned out to be hazy and beautiful. From then on, I fell in love with this kind of weather. (>)

The radio in my pocket is now sending a sad song. I remember that we used to talk about music, literature and dreams in our pretty garden. When we had some wild emotions, we wrote down our feelings and then exchanged our diaries. We dreamed about being writers when we grew up. You always said you were so happy as if we were in the heaven. I smiled, and you did not realize that you were my little angel.

Now your favorite little purple flowers are flickering in the rain. The little purple flowers blossom in autumn and cover almost the whole garden this time of year. Whenever we stood under these trees, those flowers would make us drunken. And when the wind blew, petals flew down, we enjoyed the petal rain hand in hand. That scene was just like a dream. At that time, our pretty garden was our heaven.

Once more when I stand in our pretty garden, those things would come to my mind clearly as if they just happened yesterday. My dear friend, do you know how much I miss you, especially on such a rainy autumn day? Those memories will never be lost. I will always keep you in my heart. www.ny300.com