The flower died at the first thunder of early spring.
People often say that life and death are determined by destiny. Some people's death is heavier than Mount Tai, while some people's death is lighter than a feather. I thought about it for a while and felt that Hua Wanwen probably belongs to the middle category.
He died lightly, like a broken flower destined to be lost in the mud, and died just as everyone expected.
First-person perspective, the relationship is quite passionate, the friendship is full, and the lover can't come in time
Probably Memoirs of a Dead Wife, a very hand-obsessed piece of painful literature
Purpose: live a good life