When the peach blossoms first bloomed, she saw her little girl for the first time.
When the peach blossoms were in full bloom, she didn't know what kind of devil she was possessed by, and followed her little girl back to her home, just because of her words: "I want to take you back to my home."
Returning to this ten-mile peach forest again, she promised the little girl that every year in the future, the peach blossoms would be peach blossoms every year.
Later, she would return to this ten-mile peach forest every year, and she was never absent every year, and she never broke her promise, but her little girl was absent.
She sat under the largest peach tree, waiting day by day, night by night, month by month, year by year.
Her little girl never came back.
She knew her little girl would never come back.
But she still sat under the tree and never left. Even she herself didn't know if she still had delusional thoughts, or if the years of waiting had become a habit.
She kept sitting, her eyes seemed to be lost in thought, but her eyes were empty and void.
In this way, we have passed through countless reincarnations of spring and autumn, and experienced several summer rains and winter snows.
Being alive is not as good as being dead.