It is said that my mother is a well-known flower gardener. It is said that she cultivated a new variety of Cangming flower in September and named it 'Cangming'; it is said that she met my father when the Cangming flower was in bud; she married my father when the Cangming flower was in bloom; and when the Cangming flower was in full bloom, she left a piece of letter and went to the place of her dreams, never to come back again...
I am my mother's daughter. My brother and I were born in September, when the moss flowers bloomed. In September, I accepted my mother's departure in ignorance. In September, I saw that everything had changed, and I had no choice but to surrender to fate. In September, my brother left me. In September, I began to get used to pretending. In September, I met him. Finally, in September, I pushed him away...
I live in a big house, which is full of Cangming flowers. Every September, the fragrance of Cangming flowers fills the whole house...
I grew up in the fragrance of that flower. When I was very young, I knew it was the Cangming flower. Just like I knew that everyone in the house had their own disguise and pride...
I grew up among Cangming flowers. I never understood why such a beautiful flower had such a sad name. It took me a long time to realize that the flower language of Cangming flowers is farewell.
I have never regretted meeting you. I only hope that in the next life, it will be me who falls in love with you first.
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