The Death of Fuso
Li Yan
I went to my house to buy flowers, and you said don't buy them again. The first Fuso in the house opened, it was the kind of crimson color, which is also the color you like, just a day or two, but you just didn't see the warmth of green leaves and red flowers. I have always resisted the harmonic sound of Fuso, because it blooms so warmly, it is a flower that follows the sun, it is born brilliantly, the sunset is silently closed, how can it be given a sense of sadness? But wishes and spells are neither equal in power nor can they be countered, and it is difficult to confront them with what they think and think, and it is difficult to escape the fate, and the dust settles, and everyone who should come is coming. Why is that? We always think that we have come to Japan for a long time, but we forget that the time spent with us is not additive, and the clouds are exhausted and stop abruptly. Spring is coming, every year you can eat the fresh wild vegetables I dug, but this year you decided to go, or a few days, obviously you can eat ah, so difficult winter you have survived. We thought the flowers had bloomed, the birds were calling, you could go out in the sun, you could go out with your little bench, I was waiting for you to enter the door and handed me a handful of green onions, but I didn't have time to say goodbye to you and you left, that Tuesday I clearly said I was going to go back, and I didn't wait for the car. And at noon on Thursday I could only wipe my tears and rush back, in fact, you had already said goodbye to this March when I was in the third class. The wind is warmer in March, the sky is blue, but you have gone to a world that we can't set foot in yet, but we are going to go to. I tried my best to recall, I did not think twice, vividly remembered, these twenty-two years, since I stepped into this family door, you are always and kind, you have never given me a face, although we are not related by blood, but you regard me as your children, fate and companionship and closeness make me forget that I am a foreigner. It is you who make our family more mutual understanding, support and harmony, your sudden departure, chaotic our steps, as if wandering each other's memories, the clearest thing that appears in your mind is the scene of you eating frozen pears on Sunday, and the difficulty and difficulty of drinking medicine before going to bed that night, I feel bad in my heart, but I can't replace your illness. The frozen pears in the refrigerator are all left for you, but you resolutely left, I thought about buying medicine for you, but this package of medicine you only ate for seventeen and a half days and left, but I am still pinching my fingers, you must eat six months, after six months you will recover, if you are willing to be like that uncle, but also take the seventh month of medicine, I will also buy it for you, but all is just I think, and you no longer have to think about it. Too late, too late, the spring rain is silent, the landing is traceless, the finger gap quicksand, the time and space pass, the spring wind is like smoke, in the memory of the gathering, the past is thin, only because the long journey in the heart is a short one.
For so many years, in the yard, there are the leeks you planted, and on the roof, there are the strawberries, cherry tomatoes, and peppers you planted for the cows. From when Niuwa was able to go up the stairs, he took a small bowl to pick strawberries himself, to now he has become a seventeen-year-old teenager, this silent and wordless love accompanies him to grow up, you also told me that Yingwa came back this year more sensible, the words are extremely gratifying, in fact, you can wait for Yingwa again, she came back from internship, and took care of you like this year's New Year, she gave you the pad that was fed, she served you food, she treated you like a child, and you are willing to obediently listen to her words. Whenever I see this scene, I think this is your influence and habit on children, not impatient, love and patience are there. But you left without hesitation, during the epidemic, it is difficult to go home, it is also very troublesome, Yingwa insists on returning, the iron heart wants to come back to give you a ride, we all advise, so that she can say that she has made up her mind, after all, she was also brought up by you, no matter whether it is windy or rainy, she will carry her out to turn. In desperation, we can only persuade her under the pretext of your wish, so that she will not say a word. On the day of the funeral, in the bumpy car I saw the tears of the cow baby, I watched him carefully, I saw him lost and helpless, I watched him try his best to embrace your portrait, and the look made people sad and sad, like a child abandoned in the corner. Unprepared, caught off guard, but have to face all this, magnolia blossoms, the wind through the petals of scattered dust, the child's heart also has the sorrow of the world, why do you have to leave in a hurry, they still have time to divide the joy of the spring breeze and green with you equally, but you are gone, calmly gone. Life gathers together for no reason, and there is always a cause for separation.
The spring equinox is green and the grass is green, the branches of the flowers are obliquely slanted, and the flower buds are burning. The spring breeze is accustomed, the wheat fields are like blue, the earth is green, but you have been sleeping, the loess that nourishes all things makes people hopeful, and the loess piled into a mound makes people feel cold. The sky is breezy, listening to the sound of spring, less of the torment of the long night, but more of the loss of the day, regret and sorrow, and the thoughts are getting deeper and deeper. I sincerely wish you can still accompany them around, I pray with all my heart that you will die at the end of your life, how can life be the norm of vacuousness and lack of moon, you give up, this parting, from then on, the heavens and people are separated, can not see each other again, the blue sky and the yellow earth, all the thoughts once again into wishes, flowers are late, flowers fall, may you no longer suffer from the scourge of illness in that world, may you have a bright lamp in that world.
About the Author:
Jiachuan Township Middle School, Qingshui County, Tianshui City, Gansu Province: Li Yan