Ten years of life and death are vague, not thinking, unforgettable.
In the early morning of spring, the morning light sprinkled into a bamboo forest, and a middle-aged man stood in front of a lonely grave. His face was full of dust, full of sorrow, and this sorrow was a reflection of his own heart.
Time is creeping by. The spring breeze gently blew into his heart, but it failed to blow away the sorrow in his heart. He sat on a stone and looked at the tombstone, which was cold and cold, but full of warmth in his heart.
His eyes were filled with tears. Cold graves, lies on tombstones! She seemed to be smiling at him, a smile that looked warm, but cold. At this time, he was still sitting there drooling, letting his tears flow in front of her, and the shadow on the stone tablet would not appear in front of him, leaving only a sad melancholy.
On this silent morning, no one came here, and no one knew what was on his mind. The tombstone seemed to transform into her shadow, unfolding before his eyes, and he embraced her and kissed her passionately. Love passes through two worlds, bound together. The kiss was so thorough that no one could understand the reasoning.
He woke up from his dream, wiped away his tears, and left. By this time next year, he will return to this place where the intestines were broken, on a clear morning, in this bamboo forest.
Wei Guofeng
2022.04.08