The flowers float and the water flows. A kind of lovesickness and two places of leisurely sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart.
That day, spring and scenery were bright. The flowers respond to the lazy spring light and lean on the spring breeze. He Yu, who was only six years old, wore patched linen clothes and entered the vermilion gate of Dufu. He took his father's big, skinny hand and walked to Du. My father was only in his thirties, his temples were already gray, his cheeks were sunken, and his whole body looked like a withered leaf, as if it would be blown away by the wind. Father Du was busy reminiscing with his father, and a little head poked out from behind Father Du, curiously looking at the yellow and thin little boy in front of him. Father Du took her
He held her in his arms and said with a smile: "This is my little daughter, her maiden name is Qing Ai. Come and play with her brother from Uncle He's house." After saying that, he put her down and started talking to Father He again.
The little girl was dressed in rich clothes and looked at He Yu with a pair of smart eyes. He Yu looked at the clothes of the person in front of him, and then at himself. He couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, his head lowered, and his face felt hot. Qing Ai took his hand and led him to the flower tree. Two innocent children are as pure and beautiful as the first blooming spring flowers.
When they left the house, the two little guys had become playmates. Qing Ai shouted to He Yu: "Come to me later!" He Yu also nodded with a naive smile. What did his father and Father Du say when they saw this scene? He Yu only remembered that the corners of his father's eyes were moist, which finally turned into a long sigh.
The following spring, my father passed away. He Yu was brought into Du Mansion in a daze. He watched Uncle Du burst into tears beside his father's coffin and didn't know what to do. In his eyes, his father would still smile and pick him up and kiss him. After his mother passed away, his father watched him grow up, but now, how could his father fall asleep again? Thinking of this, tears fell down the young He Yu's cheeks, and Qing Ai hurriedly took out a handkerchief to warm his tears. He Yu looked at the girl, feeling warm in his heart. After his father left, he entered the Du Mansion and became the companion of several young masters. He also grew up with Qing Ai.
How many spring and autumn years have passed, the wealthy family of Du Mansion is dimming day by day, the children of the past are growing up day by day, and even the flowers are falling in the wind. Fortunately, the people around me are still there, longing for each other, and staying with each other forever.
Intention: View history with love
