The winter of that year was as dry and cold as in previous years, and the weather was sometimes sunny and sometimes gloomy. The sounds of vendors on the street and the crowded pedestrians were all preparing for the Spring Festival, which was less than January.
The taste of the year does not know the years, just let the clock walk on the established path, and when the time comes, it will bloom with the enthusiasm and bustle it deserves. Time does not stop, order is running, rebirth and death are happening all the time, but this time, my relatives are also on the list of people who have been swept away, and there is nothing I can do.
This old man lived a good life, but at the end of his life, he still suffered from serious diseases. Maybe death is the hope she finally waited for. I would like to express my gratitude to my grandmother who cannot be described with all the "kind" words in the world...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
