Lagerstroemia is planted on the streets mainly for shade. The tree trunk is thin, the foliage is very thick and wide. Lagerstroemia flowers grow in clusters, with many different colors, people only remember Lagerstroemia with its elegant purple color, dreamy and pure enough. The life cycle of Lagerstroemia flowers is short, but Lagerstroemia quietly burns itself out, giving its all. The thin petals like firecrackers are purple until they dry out and then gradually fade away, fading away after only a few summer rains. Looking at the clusters of Lagerstroemia that have withered before the countless passionate red colors of Royal Poinciana, I suddenly remember four lines of poetry:

I know royal poinciana

Blooming with the flowers of the Lagerstroemia

But the purple lagerstroemia falls first.

Purple is often difficult.

Lagerstroemia is not as proud as roses, nor as fiery as royal poinciana. The flower has a pure purple color, a gentle and quiet beauty, like the people who have gone through the years of youth. Some people say that Lagerstroemia is the flower of nostalgia, of things that have passed but are forever imprinted in the heart. I believe so too. Because every time Lagerstroemia season comes, I remember the time of white shirts, of school days under the shady trees, of the first pure emotions like someone's eyes sparkling in the purple color.

When I was a child, I often stood under the Lagerstroemia tree, looking up at the clusters of purple flowers falling gently in the wind. Each falling petal was like a gentle stroke of paint on the picture of memories. On summer afternoons, my friends and I listened to the chirping of cicadas, picked up the fallen Lagerstroemia petals on the sidewalk, pressed them into our notebooks as if we wanted to preserve something of the flower season.

Then when I grew up, I understood that purple was not just a flower color, but also the color of unforgettable memories. The purple color of the Lagerstroemia is like a message from the past, from people who have passed through our lives, leaving a gentle but indelible mark. It is the color of farewells when exam season comes, when the pages of the yearbook are passed from hand to hand with sadness and nostalgia. When the last bunches of Lagerstroemia of summer fade, it is also the time when the children of the past grow up, embarking on a new journey.

Lagerstroemia is associated with pure memories, but also evokes a sense of melancholy. Someone once said: “The purple color of Lagerstroemia is the color of waiting”. I still remember the afternoons sitting by the window, looking out at the small road with rows of Lagerstroemia trees, wondering where the people who have passed through my life are now? Do they still remember the purple flower season of that year, do they still keep the beautiful memories together? Or has it all gradually drifted into the distant lands of time?

The early summer rains suddenly came, washing away the dust on the road, leaving behind the purple flowers of the Lagerstroemia that fell on the red brick floor. I suddenly realized that nothing lasts forever, even the most beautiful things. The flower season comes and then goes, like the people who have passed through our lives, leaving behind sweet memories mixed with a bit of regret. But perhaps, it is this fragility that makes the Lagerstroemia so special, making people want to cherish and treasure every moment when the flowers are still in bloom.

There were early mornings when I walked slowly under the purple-flowered Lagerstroemia, listening to the wind blowing through the leaves, watching the clusters of flowers swaying in the sunlight. A sense of peace crept into my soul, as if all the noise of life outside had been left behind. Amidst the hustle and bustle of work and the worries of life, I suddenly understood that sometimes happiness comes from the simplest things - a familiar road, an old row of trees, a season of flowers that always return according to the laws of time.

The season of the Lagerstroemia will still come every year, but every time I see the flowers bloom, my heart is filled with different emotions. It could be the joy of catching a beautiful moment, it could be the sadness of remembering old things, or simply a bit of indescribable nostalgia. But no matter what, the purple color of the Lagerstroemia will always evoke the most gentle and beautiful things in each person's soul. Wandering in the memories of the past is the simplicity of the present, the Lagerstroemia is a flower with such a strange mission. Blooming so gently but carrying the color of nostalgia, awakening people's hearts with the coming season along with the idea of ​​a time that has passed into oblivion.

If royal poinciana is a symbol of burning aspirations, then purple crape myrtle is a gentle nostalgia, a little something lingering in the heart. Perhaps, everyone has their own purple crape myrtle season - a season of flowers associated with unforgettable memories. And when purple crape myrtle blooms on the streets, I remind myself to slow down, to feel the fragile but meaningful beauty of life, to not miss the beautiful things that silently exist around us.