I am a peach blossom that has grown at the bottom of a silent valley for a thousand years. During this thousand years, I met three men:
The first one appeared when I was 10 years old. As a scream came from above, a man covered in blood fell from the sky and fell less than a foot away from the root of a tree. He bled to death from his seven orifices. The scarlet blood stained my originally flawless white clothes and cast a huge shadow on my young mind.
The second one appeared when I was 100 years old. A man in fluttering white clothes, elegant and dust-free, came down with a sword. His handsome eyes were deep and tender, and a kiss was deeply imprinted on my petals. When I was blushing and my heart was beating fast, he used his sword to cut off my pink clothes, holding up the pink blossoms lovingly, Judo: Junior Sister... In that cold winter, I shivered and let the white snow freeze my body and mind.
The third one appeared when I was 1,000 years old. Following the severe pain of the branch being broken, a man with a delicate face hung his body on the branch. When I was trembling and not recovering, I saw him suddenly opening his eyes, looking up with a confused look, looking down with a shocked look, stroking his chest back and forth with trembling hands, and roaring loudly: "My breasts are gone!!" Then he ravaged my tree body like crazy, and saw peach blossoms and leaves flying, branches and trunks separated. Until I fainted from pain, I was in extreme panic - it was a fake corpse! !
All these things have left me physically and mentally damaged. I feel sick to my stomach when I think about a man, tremble when I see him, and feel dizzy when I touch him.
I even made a major decision - to move! !