Reading: 'The Plum Blossoms Fade'
The plum blossoms fade with the spring's blush, fade with summer's green, fade with autumn's gold. Farewell to the plum vines, farewell to the ginkgo trees, farewell to the willows. When a gust of wind rises, it draws circles, paints arcs, and falls upon the dust of the world. The wind weeps, grieving, but they cannot hear. Gently wipe away the traces of tears, the bitterness and sorrow of lost memories. Watching flowers bloom and fall, once upon a time… savoring sorrow, with tears silently sliding down like beads of sorrow. Who is brewing coffee beneath the eaves? The milk tea steams lazily. If floral shadows drift into existence, would they not become sweetly fragrant? Each flower has experienced its life's performance, it must come to an end, it must close its curtain.
They are carried away by a waltz, held by a fluttering butterfly, dancing into the soil – this is their chosen way to say goodbye.
How much can one know about the falling of flowers in memory? Cherishing the past, always picking up fallen petals, brushing one's hair in front of the mirror with a wistful expression.
Beneath the eaves, who is humming 'Butterfly Flying'?, who can bear to watch you wither, who silently guards the fragrance in solitude?
Next time, let's borrow Miss Dai's flower hoe and fragrant sachets, gently placing your souls at rest, quietly and peacefully.
No, let them be free to live, free to pass away! You are spirits, how could you tarnish yourselves with the dust of the mundane?
Flowers are most fragrant when they are fading, not when they are in full bloom, staining the sky with fragrance, filling the road.
Have you ever smelled the fragrance of life? After such a short, vibrant youth, they understand the preciousness of life more deeply.
Seeing the leaves wither, seeing the flowers decay, celebrate them! Smell the fragrance, hear the butterflies flap their wings, mourn for them.
Tears well up, asking flowers for words, and they do not respond. Red petals fly through the swings. In the flickering shadows of early autumn, let me sniff you.
Flowers may fade, but they are brilliant, even more dazzling than a falling shooting star, more colorful than a glittering gemstone.
Last night, the western wind stripped the willows bare, already packing their bags, telling the branches they were about to depart. This morning, the pools and courtyards are still as they were, but something is missing – something moving and captivating.
The heart drifts to a distant place, fluttering away anxieties. Farewell! Wherever you may be in the future, I will always gaze upwards at you with a wistful longing.
You nurture the next generation of life, return and say hello. On the epitaph, it is engraved: 'We and life take flight!'
