Preface
Flowers bloom for half a lifetime, then fall, so why?
Someone once asked me, if you knew this was the result, would you still choose to do this? I smiled, lowered my head, and then
Houte turned around arrogantly, thinking, so what if I know now, I guessed the beginning but not the ending.
, But who can say that this is not the best ending? Even if it is the best ending, there is no need to dwell on the past.
Add another if. After all, there are too many things we can't think of, so why complain too much? We must know that if it succeeds,
Not true, but more sentimental. Maybe I have really matured. What happened in the past is gone. Thinking of the past,
And those white and black people, they always owe something to themselves, but forget it, it's just nonsense after all.
That's all. After more experience, people become calmer. It's not like that time when I was young and didn't care about anything.
Like a madman, he still thinks he is invincible, but there seems to be nothing wrong with that, but now every day
Living in the small courtyard, planting flowers and teaching, it was quiet. I thought about that black shadow all day long, looking at that
The yard is full of white flowers. I am living a happy life these days. All the things in the past are gone. Let's go, die.
After his death, now only these flowers and me, the old man, are left. Watching the flowers bloom and fall, they look like
It's so life-like, so much like the prosperity of this life.