After driving for an hour, I deliberately did not walk on the road that was coming and going, but instead walked the road and took the ring road, and finally arrived at this coastal cemetery located by the sea.
Binhai City is surrounded by mountains on the north side and surrounded by the sea on three sides. The Binhai Cemetery here is also very distinctive, built on a mountain and facing the sea—
Perhaps, those who have read the Psalm will feel this way: "Facing the sea, spring flowers bloom."
“From tomorrow, be a happy person,
Feed horses, chop firewood, and travel around the world.
From tomorrow, we will care about food and vegetables,
I have a house facing the sea and flowers bloom in spring.
From tomorrow, we will communicate with every relative,
Tell them my happiness.
The happy lightning told me,
I will tell everyone.
Give every river and every mountain a warm name.
Stranger, I wish you a blessing.
May you have a bright future.
May your lover finally get married.
May you be blessed in the world.
I just want to face the sea, and spring is warm and flowers bloom-"
When she was young, she had listened to her mother countless times. Even now, her mother's gentle tone seemed to be circling in her ears.
Anyone who has read this poem will feel a sense of soreness.
Unfortunately, in this beautiful poem, the poet, three months later, could see the place where spring flowers bloom, lying on the track to commit suicide.
This is a sad and beautiful poem, which seems to be born too pure and not to cause dust.
Therefore, its beauty has an indissoluble bond with death.
He was wearing a black and solemn color, which further set off the bunch of yellow and white daisies in her arms, as delicate as the clouds in the sky and by the sea.
"Mother."
Step by step, the tombs here are built on the high mountains, densely packed, and the tombstones are white, which corresponds to the blue sky, white clouds, green mountains, and blue sea here, which form the warmest and extremely cold pictures.
My mother's tombstone was among the tombstones all over the mountains. When she walked to her tombstone, she saw the gentle photo smiling in the black and white photo. Her heart was relaxing and warming her lips.
A gust of wind blew, shattering her long hair and the small flowers in her arms. Many petals fell down, forming the only bright color in this solemn and silent environment.
"Mom, I'm sorry, I'm just here to see you now."
Now is not the time to sweep the graves, and the weather is too cold, so few people come here in the cemetery.
Luo Qingxue rarely had the chance to come. At the beginning, she didn't dare to come, for fear of being discovered by the Long family.
But later - he was afraid.
She was afraid that if she had not revenged her great revenge, she would be angry and complained by her mother when she came to see her.
She didn't even dare to bring Leng Yunting over. She knew that what her mother wanted to see most might not be that she could succeed in taking revenge, but that she was happy.
The tombstone looked a little dirty because no one came to clean it for a long time, and the wind blew. She put the flowers under the photo of her mother, squatted down, and wiped the dirty tombstone with her palms.
However, when her palm accidentally touched a corner of her mother's photo, her eyes collided with the gentle gaze in the tombstone, and she still couldn't help but feel cramped in her heart.
The corners of her eyes suddenly began to wet. The tide of memories drowned out all her thoughts-