"Beside the broken bridge outside the post office, I am lonely and without an owner. It is already dusk and I am alone and sad, and there is more wind and rain. I have no intention of struggling for spring, and all the flowers are jealous, and they fall into mud and grind into dust. Only the fragrance remains the same." She raised the rice paper in her hand, faced the sun, and asked with a smile: "Mom, what does this mean?" "This is my favorite poem, and it means just one word, light."
She was in her mother's arms, coquettishly saying, "Mom, why should I call you Zipei!" "Young and young Zipei, long in my heart, even if I don't go, Zi Ning won't come? Qing Qing Zi Pei, long and long in my mind, even if I don't go, Zi Ning won't come? I'm here in the city gate, and if I don't see you for a day, it's like March."
She threw herself in front of her mother's hospital bed, crying and asking: "Mom, what are you doing? Are you happy? Are you happy in this life!" The person on the hospital bed was stunned, and then burst out with a beautiful smile, "Silly child, having you is the happiest thing in my life! My child, promise me, you must let your mother see you happy, I will always be with you, don't think about getting rid of me!" She looked at the pale face gradually blurring in front of her eyes, she She buried her head and sobbed: "Mom, I won't be happy without you..."
The red sleeves are fragrant, the heart is already cold, ups and downs, only the secret fragrance remains the same...