Falling Flower Season

"What day is today?" I twisted the last petal and dropped it. The petal that should have fallen on the table was blown to the ground by the wind. "Mother, today is the twentieth day of the twelfth lunar month." "It's the twelfth lunar month, it goes by so fast" "The plum blossoms in Huamei Garden are in bloom. Come and have a look with me. That's all. I'm going by myself. No one is allowed to follow." "Changting Ancient Road, we will never meet again." A snowflake hit my face. It was obviously just a snowflake, but I felt it was so heavy that I had no strength to stand up from the snow. I hate winter, but I am eventually buried in winter In the eleventh year of Yue Li, Queen Xianyizhuang passed away. Intention: Positive and optimistic