When the years passed by silently, when I slowly began to understand what life is, when spring came quietly again, when the wild daisies all over the mountain bloomed happily, when the small chrysanthemums on the small table multiplied pot after pot, the aunt never came back... And the scenery facing the sun, the twilight was like gold, the chrysanthemums all over the mountains and fields, swaying in the wind, and the happy and smiling woman in the chrysanthemum bushes are always in my mind, lingering...
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