This is the tenth year since my death.
The tree on the grave is very tall, and I am still waiting for someone.
It's been ten years, and that person has never appeared, and I can't hold on any longer.
Will that person come again?
The poet Browning once wrote: "He glanced at her, she looked back at him and smiled, and her life suddenly revived."
I live in the North Sea and in the South Sea. I can't send geese to send letters to thank you.
A cup of wine with peach and plum spring breeze, and a light in the rainy night in the rivers and lakes for ten years.
Based on the Zhihu question: "How to write a story starting with "This is the tenth year since my death"?" Creation.
Purpose: I advise you not to cherish your gold-threaded clothes, and I advise you to cherish your youth. Flowers are ready to be broken when they bloom, but don't wait to break branches when there are no flowers left.