Candle of Yunmeng

… On the other end of the phone, Lana's voice was still so cheerful and pleasant: "Yang! How are you? I miss you, I miss you so much! Do you miss me?" Faced with such a passionate question, I didn't know what to say. I could only ask: "How are your roses?" "Why my roses?" She disagreed and said, "It should be our roses. Yang's and I's roses." She immediately said happily: "Don't worry! They are very good. Dad built a small greenhouse, and they have already grown buds! They are very small and very light in color. They look like small candles burning in the clouds or in dreams, hazy and beautiful." She tried hard to describe. Candle of Yunmeng? What a beautiful imagination. But I'm not surprised that Lana has such an imagination. "In spring, I will bring an open rose to see you!" She said seriously, "You have to wait for me!" "Definitely!" I promised on the other end of the phone. However, Lanna did not come to see me that spring. That year, NATO, led by the United States, bombed Yugoslavia, and the Chinese Embassy also became one of the bombed targets. … Intention: