Flower, flowers, flowers

bloom

In the depths of memory, I often go to see the people together with the adults. Ah lived in the attic of a small bungalow. Every time I went, I walked through the long corridor and stepped on the rickety stairs. When I turned around, I saw a kind and gentle old man smiling.

That is what I am.

She led us into the small door, in a small room, and gave me a clear water in a small bowl. Ah's room was very simple, a bed, a table, a few chairs and an oak wardrobe became the whole of her life. Ah, I planted a few pots of narcissus in the corner of the kitchen. The breeze blew, and a faint fragrance would wander in the quiet afternoon of the winter. In my spare time, Ah will let me move a small stool and sit next to her, telling me about her childhood. In the afterglow of the setting sun, Ama’s silver hair shines on the silver hair. Her calm smile was deeply imprinted on my mind until I and my childhood gradually moved away from the long corridor, the shaking stairs, and the serene smile.

Flower falling

A few years ago, Ah died. The last time I saw her, I was in a hospital bed. Snow-white sheets, white pillows, and white walls reflect the pale face. I don't know how to be young, I don't know why the adults around me are crying gently. I thought she just slept in the past, not knowing that death was so close to me. At the funeral, Ah, dressed in bright cheongsam, looks graceful. A simple life, I do not know if she will get used to such a luxurious burial. Perhaps, Ah Ah has returned to the green grassy meadow, holding flowers, smiling and entering a dreamland.

I heard that the old house had been demolished, and the beds, tables, chairs, oak wardrobes disappeared, and the pots of green daffodils.

Full of flowers

Now, looking back, remembering the old days, my heart suddenly opened up.

Perhaps, Ah is still somewhere, there is a blue sky, green grass; perhaps Ah is in the ocean of flowers, stop to look back.

Third day: Yu Yu