Flower language - love and peace
In the garden, dense purple golden grasses are arranged neatly, many of which have taken out their young leaves. Looking around, it looks like a vast green ocean, calm and waveless.
The old man slowly squatted down and carefully touched the plants with his remaining fingers. "You will be blooming next March, right?" He murmured to himself, as a familiar and pleasant female voice seemed to ring in his ears. "Feng, my compatriots are just like him, longing for life, hungry for life. Even if Nanjing turns into a hell, we will all fight for the hope of life."
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Looking back at the past evening, there is still a sweetness in the bitterness. Thank you for being with me during a certain period of my life.
I only hope that history will not repeat itself and love and peace will last forever in the world.