That year during the Qingming Festival, my brother went to visit a man's grave. He thought he was the only one who remembered the man, but he didn't expect to see the man's tomb covered with purple hyacinths from a few tombs away. The little brother brought a pot of flowers when he came and took a pot of flowers with him when he left.
The little brother made a wish in his heart, hoping that the purple on the ground would never fade.
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