She has seen the setting sun near the mountain, as bright as pink cheeks, smelled the red flowers on the cliff, and was intoxicated by the haze. She has also touched the silver carp in the stream and disappeared suddenly. She has also heard the orioles singing gracefully on the side branches, but she does not know what beauty looks like?
Grandma always looked at her with a mean look. She said, you must remember that a person's face is the ugliest mask in the world.
Later, grandma was no longer grandma, and she was no longer grandma's girl, but she still made guesses. What grandma said was not only hatred, but also a bit of advice.
Until many years later, when I looked back again, I finally realized that the enchanting face of a person is not as clean as the snow in my heart, the fragrant clothes and the shadow on the temples are far less stable than the thousands of lines at the corners of my eyes.