At the beginning of April in Bremen, the breeze is gentle, the faint scent of flowers wafts everywhere, and the unknown birds chirp, as if to summon Eros to shoot that romantic arrow for a lover. The waters of the Weser River flowed so slowly, unhappily, and eternally.

Manhof still plays the saxophone every day, rendering the beautiful scenery with melodious music by the river, and the citizens who stop to enjoy it will still give applause after each music, and the flower beds behind the riverside benches are full of small white flowers, and Manhof doesn't know what kind of flower it is, in short, it looks so beautiful.

It's been a few days, and I haven't seen that petite and beautiful Annabelle, I don't know why, Manhoff is always a little panicked, did she move away? Or did she scare her out of the way that day? Still is... Forget it, don't think about it, what are you blowing? Manhof didn't know what he thought, so he took a breath and blew up "White Lone Flower", which confessed his love...

Annabelle dragged her tired body to the house, a few days of overtime made her haggard, she saw the wounded soldiers on the battlefield for the first time, although Bremen is far away from the front line, but the wounded soldiers who were rescued and transported to the rear will be sent to hospitals in various cities for further treatment, she knew for the first time that the original bullet came out of the body, and it would leave a wound as big as a bowl on the other side, and the first time she knew that the person who was injured by the * explosion would have more than a dozen or twenty ant-sized pieces of metal left in his body, and it was also the first time he knew, Soldiers who had been shelled or bombarded and did not die at the time would have been transported to the rear due to internal organ damage caused by the explosion and vibration, and died in agony without any solution.

Antibiotics and anesthetics were quickly used up, and the doctors and nurses wept as they watched the soldiers cry and plead in agony*, "Nurse... To give... Give me some... Morphine Bar... Either... Just give me a shot... Please... Please... Please..."A soldier beside Annabelle pulled her skirt and begged bitterly before she died, Na had no choice but to hold his hand and watch his pupils slowly dilate...

Anna cried, crying so darkly that she remembered the terrible nightmare of her father, who had fought in the last world war, when he came home, "Ruth! Damn it! Ruth is dead! Hey! Private of the first class! I need bullets! The French charged! Get on the bayonet! "There is alternate fire from the opposite machine gun, we can't rush over, get down!" Get down! Get on the ground! Slowly crawl backwards and backwards! Damn it! "They rushed into the trenches! I'm out of bullets! I'm out of bullets! My God! I don't want to die! Anna! Anna! Anna! Daddy misses you! Daddy loves you! Daddy will go back! Anna! Anna..."I surrender! Here's a picture of my daughter! Please! Please! Don't kill me, please, please... My wife died in childbirth, and I have only one daughter left, please, please..."The father's dream words have repeatedly reminded Anna of the cruelty of war, but it is really not as direct and stimulating as seeing that bloody death.

The melodious and beautiful melody slowly drifted into Anna's ears, "It's a minor tune I've never heard before..."Anna took off her scarf and opened the window, and the breeze in an instant blew up her golden hair, and the breeze poured in with the soft melody of the saxophone...

Anna's father used his only remaining arm to bring a cup of hot coffee to his daughter, Anna took the coffee with red eyes, Dad hugged Anna with his only arm, and said softly in a hoarse voice that had once roared: "Only when you see cruelty can you understand the beauty of life, go and tell him, just like when I climbed the snowy mountain to pick the edelweiss in order to let your mother see me, the future is uncertain, my little Anna, my little pig's head." ”

"Dad, I'm afraid, I'm afraid he'll be lying in the hospital, I'm afraid he'll beg the nurse to shoot him in the forehead because of the trauma, I'm afraid..." Anna's tears flowed again, Dad stroked her golden hair with his palm, "I said that the future is uncertain, grasp the present, at least he is a teacher now, he doesn't have to go to the battlefield, right?" ”

Unconsciously, the sound of the saxophone stopped, the door of Anna's house "knocked" twice, my father opened the door, but there was no one outside the door, and there were two beautiful nameless flowers on the stone bricks in front of the door...

Manhof came to the river again the next day, and he did not rush to play the saxophone, because he saw Anna sitting on the stone path by the river, taking off her shoes and kicking back and forth with her feet playing in the cool water, and Manhof took off his coat, gently draped it over Anna's shoulders, and sat down as well.

"The temperature of the river is still very low, don't catch a cold." Mannhoff turned her head to look at Anna and said suicidly, Anna lowered her head, not knowing what she was thinking, her soft hair hung down on her shoulders, and her beautiful side face looked like the heroine in an oil painting, which made Mannhoff's heart beat faster.

Anna raised her head to look at the warm morning sun, the corners of her mouth rose slightly and smiled faintly, "It's so beautiful... How nice it would be if it was like this every day..."As soon as Anna's words came out, Manhoff's face turned red, and he also looked at the rising sun, "Yes, the rising sun is so beautiful every day, like..."

Before he could finish speaking, Anna's jade lips kissed Manhoff's face, Manhof was stunned, he didn't dare to look back, he didn't even know what he should do next, he could only look at the morning sun stupidly, and his heart was like a deer...

When Maninhoff finally had the courage to turn around, Anna beside him was long gone, Manhof smiled, maybe he laughed that he didn't have courage, he was not as brave as a girl, maybe he was happy that he finally met a beautiful spring after the harsh winter and saw the flowers bloom...

He slowly stood up, walked to the bench and opened the saxophone box, and played Bach's minuet in G major, which is the famous concerto of love, as soon as the soft melody came out, the men who chopped wood stopped what they were doing, lit a cigarette and leaned on the row house and closed their eyes to enjoy the melodious melody, the children stopped running and playing, lying on the fence by the river and listening quietly, and the women who fetched water put the bucket on the ground, wiped their palms with handkerchiefs, and carefully savored the strong emotions in the melody.

The small white flowers in the flower bed behind him swayed with the breeze, as if they were beating the beat, and the morning dew rolled back and forth on the petals, like a couple dancing a waltz in the dance hall, at this moment it seemed that the world was quiet, even the clouds were moving slowly, and they seemed unwilling to leave this beautiful music...

What Mannhoff didn't know was that on a wooden chair across the river, a middle-aged man in a long trench coat lit a cigarette with tears in his eyes listening to the melody ...