The winter jasmine flowers are blooming in the yard.
She counted the days, and the four seasons passed like this.
I forget when she was able to survive this cold winter alone, living quietly without sorrow or complaint.
The thoughts she once had were cut off unconsciously. Time is indeed the sharpest and softest blade in the world. It can cut everything, but it drags on slowly and not quickly at all. It breaks her heart, and in the end, she becomes so numb.
She pushed open the door without feeling, swayed her body, and walked out of the yard carrying the vegetable basket. Shopping for groceries in the early morning has become a routine that she doesn't have to think twice about. The passage of time has wiped out all her ambition and unwillingness to be lonely. Now, she is just an ordinary woman, staying in her boudoir, lonely and alone.
The dry weeds in the yard have accumulated for many years, and are half as tall as a person, blocking people's view. Only the door to the house and the exit from the courtyard were empty. This showed that although the owner of the house was lazy, he was not so lazy that he could not walk. The spring flowers are blooming among the layers of weeds. They cannot be covered or hidden, and some of their colors are revealed.
That woman will spend her whole life in such a courtyard, lifeless day after day, so what can she look forward to?
Perhaps God took pity on her boring life, but today was different from the past. When she was swinging home with a basket full of vegetables, the moment she entered, a beautiful young woman jumped in from outside the wall, although the next second, the knife was pressed to her throat.