The hibiscus on the balcony was planted by Chen Yuan. Every year when the flowers bloom the most, Zhang Jiaming would use scissors to cut off the flowers with better branches, trim them, wrap them up, and bring them to Chen Yuan's tomb. Occasionally, after squatting for a long time, he would sit down, and with a bit of the air of a boy from more than ten years ago, he would say flatteringly: "Chen Yuan, my legs are numb."
Of course Chen Yuan would not answer him again. After stumbling, nothing was left in the end.
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People spend most of their lives running around.
In life, in dreams, in death.
He couldn't stop, he didn't know what he could leave for Zhang Jiaming.
Before he could fully experience life, he was going to die.
Birth, old age, illness, and death come suddenly, and they are unbearable.
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When spring was coming to an end, Chen Yuan died, but he still couldn't make it to summer.
He died peacefully on a rainy night.
Summer is coming.
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"Do you know what the flower language of hibiscus is?"
"It's love that never changes."
Chinese teacher × company executive
The person who looks cool and lively is attacked at the bottom of the year × the person who wants to die to save face is suffered by the person in the year who is above
BE, please don't enter if you mind.
Intention: Eternal love