When I brought Viola back to this place, the first thing that caught my eye was the clusters of fresh and vibrant begonias - they poked their heads out from the half-decayed remains of beams and broken bricks, spreading their plump and moist leaves, blooming in the April morning sunshine. I once thought this was such a delicate flower. From a distance, the two gardens behind Haitang still have pavilions and pavilions, green tiles and flying rafts. They must have been repaired with a lot of effort; but I know that the famous figures in the two gardens in the past have long since disappeared. Together with the years of gunfire and strife, they have been engraved into the yellowing memory of Wanming City. We have lost some dear ones, and people in the streets are quietly singing pop songs of love, and the uneasiness on young people's faces is replaced by hope. Every era has its blessings and misfortunes. In addition to remembering those who have left, all I can do is bless those who survive and cherish the peaceful and beautiful time.
11Jingmo