Soon, just now. The little girl who gave me a "daughter flower" when I left home died. Six out of seventy. Ended without illness. The sons and daughters that grew out of her once lush branches already had their own "cigarettes". At this time, they all knelt beside the bed and cried for her.
My last vestige in the mortal world was gone. From now on, no one will remember that there once was a woman named Wan Su in this small village called Yuzhang. Her father's name is Liu Zhiming, and her mother's name is Xiao Qing. Her family has a small tofu shop under the toon tree at the entrance of the village to make a living. No one will remember how this woman named Wan Su was selected from thousands of people and selected to serve as a palace in heaven. Not to mention that no one will remember that lonely farewell at the foot of Phoenix Mountain at the third watch on March 3rd seventy years ago. It was so lonely. There were only four people seeing him off. They were only allowed to go to the foot of the mountain, and I had to walk the rest of the way alone. She hurriedly chased me when I turned around and stepped onto the Phoenix Stage. She took off the daughter flower tied on her head and handed it to me. She was only six years old at the time and didn't quite know what separation meant. Me too, I don't understand why my father and mother are crying so miserably. Heaven is so wonderful, with gold and silver everywhere, exotic flowers and treasures everywhere, and the best thing is that there is no old age or death in Heaven.