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The tall sky and the faint clouds, and the autumn geese
flying southward, tell me that it's the season of falling leaves again. In
autumn, leaves fall, things wither, and wild chrysanthemums bloom in golden
clusters.
Years have passed, and I have forgotten your face, but I will never forget
your brilliant smile, like wild chrysanthemums in bloom.
It was the brilliance of the wild chrysanthemums that brought us together. I
still remember how we were both captivated by the beauty of the autumn
scenery. We sat back to back on the ground, gazing at the sunset on the
horizon, intoxicated by this enchanting wonderland.
Suddenly, I felt a warm flow on my left foot, followed by a sharp pain. I
knew something unfortunate had happened. You were by my side, comforting me
with gentle words and giving me a sweet smile, saying, "Don't be afraid." In
the glow of the setting sun and amidst the wild chrysanthemums, your smile
was exceptionally radiant and left a deep impression on me. I don't know
what happened next. When I woke up, I was lying in a hospital bed, and my
mother told me that a young man had sucked out the venom from my wound,
saving my life.
As the days of your life passed, more wild chrysanthemums bloomed, and when
your life ended, you were adorned with a pale yellow dress, and perhaps some
wild chrysanthemums withered away to make room for others to bloom better.
That autumn, the sky was exceptionally blue, and the wild chrysanthemums
bloomed brilliantly. That autumn, the sunset was also golden.
Decades have passed in the blink of an eye, and memories have become
bittersweet. Cherry blossoms have turned red, and banana trees have turned
green. Our hearts can never bear the regret of missed opportunities, and
even the past that has been buried for thousands of years still tells the
story of the times when things were different.
Year after year, the wild chrysanthemums bloom and fade away.
Another autumn has arrived, and I bring with me dozens of the most brilliant
wild chrysanthemums picked from among the countless flowers. I come to your
grave and wonder, big brother whose name I never knew, are you doing well
amidst the golden wild chrysanthemums that surround you? |
